Free Greek's Last Redemption by Caitlin Crews Page A

that permitted nothing to matter at all save the music that ebbed and coaxed and slid all around them. Somewhere as effortlessly beautiful as they all were...
    And then the small crowd in the VIP room shifted, and there he was.
    Theo.
    He was still wearing his dark suit and looked even better all these hours later, his hair disheveled and that lazy, indulgent look on his face that she remembered so well from Santorini. He stood with one perfect shoulder propped up against the wall, a small smile on his lush mouth as he watched a smoothly gorgeous brunette dance beckoningly before him.
    The air between them was filled with sexual tension. It was hot, intimate.
    It was Holly’s nightmare, and she’d walked straight into it.
    And then he glanced up and saw her, that dark gaze of his slamming into her, hard enough it nearly knocked her off her wedges.
    He went still. His face changed from sexily amused to harsh and starkly furious in an instant, and Holly wanted to turn on her heel and run back across the city to the bed she never should have left in the first place. So she had no idea where she gathered up the courage to walk straight up to him instead. What demon it was that spurred her on.
    Easy to be bold when there’s nothing to lose
, came her father’s voice in her head, though if she was honest, he’d never quite taken his own advice.
    â€œLooking for fresh meat?” Theo asked, hideously, when she drew near enough to hear him.
    But Holly felt like drawing a little blood herself, and so she only laughed. She’d collect all the wounds he caused and count them later, she told herself, when she knew how this ended.
    â€œYou might have to update your definition of the word
whore
,” she said, and smiled sweetly at the brunette when the girl launched herself at Theo and clung to his arm like some kind of barnacle. “Because I think you’re the one who fits the bill,
mi querido esposo
.”
    That last, in what little Spanish she knew, for the benefit of the girl.
    My dear husband.

CHAPTER FIVE
    T HE GIRL , PREDICTABLY , blanched and let go of Theo.
    Theo only held Holly’s gaze, his own dark and furious and lit with a kind of warning she had no intention of heeding. Barcelona had woven its way into her skin, she told herself, and she felt like the night itself, a little bit reckless and a little bit seductive, capable of anything.
    And it didn’t help that she’d seen that look on his face as he gazed at that other woman—that look he’d once told her was only hers. She wasn’t the only one who had lied, she knew now, with the benefit of hindsight and a little more life experience. It was just that Theo’s lies had been the typical kindnesses between lovers, little signs of respect threaded into promises of forever, while her lie had been the nuclear option. The escape hatch.
    â€œIf I am suddenly your husband,” Theo said, that dark fury making his eyes gleam and his mouth a hard and beautiful line she longed to taste even now, God help her, “am I to assume that this wild-child outfit of yours is for my benefit? I am filled with nostalgia.” He reached over and took a thick wave of her hair between two fingers and tugged on it gently, so gently. It echoed in her, hard, as if it was a touch against her skin. Or the thrust of his entry. “But, of course, your ability to dress in character rather proves my point, does it not?”
    â€œI’m sorry,” she said when he dropped the thick strands of her hair as if he’d only then realized he was touching her, and she didn’t try very hard to inject anything actually apologetic into her voice. “Did I ruin your big night out with my inconvenient appearance?”
    â€œMy night? No.” His voice was dark and it moved over her like the air around them, like the music. An insistent seduction that called to things in her she’d long since forgotten were there. “My