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but she met his gaze, stony-faced and determined, her fists clenched at her sides.

      ‘What about your own life?’ he asked in a mild voice. ‘Your flat, your job, your friends? If Annabel is Christos’s child, her life will be in Greece. Are you prepared to move here?’ He quirked one eyebrow in cynical bemusement. ‘To give up everything for a child that isn’t even yours…for the child of a friend you hadn’t seen in ten years? A child,’ he continued, his voice turning hard, unyielding, damning, ‘that you didn’t really want? A child with a family in place—a family with far more resources than you could ever possibly have?’

      Rhiannon’s mouth was dry, her heart like lead. When he framed it in such stark terms her situation seemed bleak indeed. ‘It’s not about resources,’ she said stiffly. ‘It’s about love.’

      ‘Can you really see yourself in Annabel’s life long-term?’ Lukas persisted. He kept his voice mild. ‘In Greece? Are you prepared to give up your life in Wales to care for a child that is no relation to you?’

      His words wound around her heart, whispered their treacherous enticements in her mind. He was trying to dissuade her from staying, she knew. From complicating his life. And yet he made sense.

      If she stayed in Greece she would have a half-life at best—the life of someone who lived on the fringes of a family. Again. Yet surely it was no less of a life than she had now.

      ‘You’ve done your duty,’ he continued. ‘You’ve brought her to her family. When the paternity issue is resolved, you can return to your home, your life, with a clear conscience. Isn’t that what you really want? Wasn’t that what you planned all along?’

      His voice was so smooth, so persuasive, and it made Rhiannon realise how impossible a situation this truly was. Could she really move to Greece, ingratiate herself into the Petrakides family…if they would let her?

      Yet she couldn’t leave Annabel. Not like this. ‘I don’t…’ Her mind swam, diving for words, and came up empty. ‘I don’t know,’ she admitted. ‘It’s a lot to think about.’

      ‘Indeed.’ She heard the satisfaction in his voice and realised he thought he’d chipped away at her resolve. And perhaps he had. She wanted to be in Annabel’s life—she wanted Annabel to be loved.

      Yet how could it happen? When Lukas had all the power and she had none? When this world—his world—was so foreign to her? So above her?

      Could she ever even remotely fit in?

      Lukas kept walking, and Rhiannon followed him. The waves lapped gently at their feet.

      ‘You said all children are inconveniences,’ he remarked after a moment. ‘Is that how you were viewed?’

      Rhiannon’s breath came in a hitched gasp. She was surprised at his perceptiveness. She stared blindly out at the ocean, dark and fathomless, a stretch of blackness, a rush of sound.

      ‘I was adopted,’ she said after a long moment. ‘My parents never quite got over my arrival into their orderly lives.’

      ‘Many adopted children have loving homes, caring parents. Was that not the case with you?’

      She closed her eyes, opened them. ‘My parents cared for me,’ she said, choosing her words carefully. She would not tarnish their memory. ‘In their own way. But I often wondered about my natural parents, and I didn’t want Annabel to be the same—especially if she discovered when she was older that she could have known her father and I never gave her the chance. I wanted to spare her that pain.’

      Lukas was silent for a long moment. ‘I see,’ he finally said.

      They continued to walk, Rhiannon with sudden, quick steps as if she wanted to escape the confines of the beach, the island, the reach of this man.

      He saw too much, understood too much. And yet understood nothing at all.

      Lukas grabbed her arm, causing her to stumble before he steadied her, turned her to face him. ‘Who are you trying to escape?’ His voice was soft, almost gentle, but his hands were firm on her arms and they burned.

      ‘I want to go back to the villa,’ Rhiannon said jerkily.

      ‘I didn’t mean to upset you.’ His arms moved up to her shoulders, drawing her closer. ‘I was trying to understand.’

      ‘You don’t understand anything,’ Rhiannon spat. ‘First you judge me as a blackmailer, then as a woman who is willing to give up a child like so much rubbish.’

      ‘I may have been mistaken in those beliefs,’ Lukas said quietly. There was no apology in his voice, merely statement of fact. ‘I realise now, Rhiannon, that you want what is best for Annabel. You believed that was entrusting her to her family; I think you’re right.’

      ‘I’ve changed my mind,’ Rhiannon choked, and his hands tightened briefly on her arms.

      ‘You must trust that I will do my duty by Annabel,’ he said calmly, and Rhiannon let out a wild, contemptuous peal of laughter.

      ‘That’s the last thing I want,’ she cried. ‘I don’t want Annabel to be bound to someone by duty.’ It came out in a sneer, and Lukas looked at her in surprise.

      ‘Why on earth not?’

      Rhiannon drew in a shuddering breath. He was close. Far too close. So close that in the pale moonlight bathing his face she could see the gold flecks in his eyes, the stubble on his chin.

      ‘You couldn’t understand.’

      ‘Not unless you explain,’ he agreed, his voice soft yet firm in the darkness.

      ‘I want you to let me go,’ she whispered, but it didn’t sound very convincing.

      ‘I will…’ Yet he was drawing her closer, and closer still, his lips a breath away from hers. Rhiannon let him hold her, let his breath fan her face, let her lips part open.

      There was determination in his eyes, a fierce resolve, and Rhiannon knew that, like her, he was fighting against the tide of desire that washed over both of them, threatening to drag them under.

      She knew by the light in his eyes, by the way his fingers bit into her shoulders.

      And by the way he released her, suddenly, as if she’d scorched him, so she stumbled back in the sand.

      ‘I’m sorry.’ His voice was low. ‘I didn’t mean to start something here.’

      ‘To kiss me?’ Rhiannon challenged, irritated at how bereft she felt.

      ‘I know nothing can happen between us,’ Lukas said flatly. ‘We cannot complicate matters more with a meaningless affair.’

      His assessment stung. A meaningless affair? Of course he would never consider her as a worthy candidate for girlfriend, bride, wife.

      She was so far below him, his world. All she was worth was an affair. Dirty, cheap. Meaningless.

      ‘Nothing will happen between us,’ she restated stonily. ‘Because you need to do your damn duty.’

      Lukas stared at her for a long moment. ‘I’ve never had someone think so little of me for doing what is right.’

      Rhiannon swallowed the guilt that rose up at his quiet words. ‘I want you to want to do what is right,’ she said. ‘Not just do it out of some burdensome sense of responsibility.’

      ‘You say that as if it’s a dirty word.’

      ‘It is!’ Rhiannon couldn’t hold back the emotion which caused her voice to tremble, her throat to ache. ‘It is.’

      They were standing only a few feet apart, tension binding them together like an invisible wire. Lukas reached out his hands, grabbed her shoulders, and pulled her towards him.

      ‘This is not about duty,’ he said in