Free A Wedding For The Greek Tycoon (Greek Billionaires Book 2) by Rebecca Winters

about everything. What she bought, what she ate, what she did with her spare time. Peck, peck, peck.”
    Laughter pealed out of Vasso. “Most of the older women in the center made similar comments about married life. I decided I was well enough off being on my own.”
    “My brother loves married life.”
    “Maybe that’s true, but what does his wife have to say when he’s not listening?”
    She heard a chuckle. “I have no idea.”
    “Maybe it’s better you don’t know.” He laughed louder. She loved hearing it. “I could see in Yiannis’s eyes that he wonders why you aren’t married, Vasso. Admit you don’t want some wife leading you around by the nose.”
    “Now there’s a thought.”
    She laughed. “I’m only teasing.” No woman would ever do that with a man like him. The female who caught his eye would be the luckiest one on the planet. No way did she dare dream about a romantic relationship with Vasso.
    If it didn’t work out, she wouldn’t be able to handle it. Just admitting that to herself proved that her feelings for Vasso already ran deeper than those she’d had for Chad. The two men weren’t comparable. No one could ever measure up to Vasso.
    “You may be teasing, but I can hear the underlying half truths.”
    Time to change the subject. “Tell me about my landlady, Kyria
Panos. Did she henpeck her husband?”
    “As I recall they did a lot of shouting, but for the most part it was good-natured.”
    “That’s nice. I bet you know everyone around here.”
    “Not everyone,” he murmured, “but Akis and I rented an apartment along this waterfront when we started up our business years ago, so we’re friends with many of the owners around here.”
    * * *
    Vasso started the engine and drove them through the olive groves to the village. An hour later, after they were filled with spinach pie and ouzo lemonade, he carried the last of Zoe’s luggage up the stairs to the furnished apartment. The front room window overlooked the horseshoe-shaped harbor. The minute he saw Zoe’s expression, he knew she liked the view and the typical blue-and-white décor.
    She smiled at him. “This place is really cozy and so colorful. I love it, and it’s all mine.”
    After what she’d recounted earlier about needing her space, he could believe she was serious. But it bothered him that she was so happy about it.
    “I’m glad you like it. Our number-one store is just a few doors down. You can grab breakfast there while you’re waiting for the bus.”
    “If I do too much of that I’m going to get fat, but I want you to know I’m ecstatic to be here,” she exclaimed. Vasso couldn’t imagine her with a weight problem, not with her beautiful face and body. Her green eyes lifted to his. “Cinderella may have had a fairy godmother, but I’ve had the perfect godfather who has granted my every wish. Now that your mission has been accomplished, I release you to get back to your life.”
    Zoe could tease all she wanted, but he sensed she wanted him to leave. The hell of it was he didn’t want to go. Since she’d flown to Athens, he’d been a different person and couldn’t spend enough hours with her. She was so entertaining he never knew what was going to come out of her mouth next. The thought of her ever being interested in another man disturbed him more than he wanted to admit.
    He’d only scratched the surface of her life, but she’d drawn the line at entering his home. Why? Was it because she didn’t trust him after what Chad had done to her? Did she see every man through the filter put there by the other man’s defection? Was she afraid of marriage because of that experience?
    She didn’t bat an eye over renting an apartment with one bedroom. Did that mean she really did like to be alone? He could hear Akis commenting on the subject.
Are you still feeling responsible for her, or is there something more eating at you?
    Vasso had to admit there were a lot of things eating at him. He sucked in his