Free A Perfect Love: International Billionaires VI: The Greeks by Caro LaFever Page A

“I’ve got an appointment with my solicitor tomorrow.”
    “Tomorrow.” His one word was clipped and taut and filled with aggravation.
    “Yes, in the afternoon.” Braving a glance his way, she tried to make him believe through the sincerity in her voice. “That was the earliest appointment I could get.”
    He shifted in his seat, his eyes shining with distrust.
    Why did she even care what he thought? Frustration boiled over. “Did you think you could merely swoop in and within a day or two take the boys away?”
    “ Nai .” He spat the one word out.
    “Well, you were wrong.” Folding her arms around her, she tried to hold the frustration in. “All I’m saying is you can have your test after I see my solicitor.”
    “A stipulation you didn’t mention when we made our bargain.” His long fingers tapped on his leg. “Yet why should I be surprised? I’m dealing with a Drakos.”
    “You’ll get your test.” She stopped herself from trying to defend against his slur. What was the use? “You can schedule the doctor for tomorrow evening.”
    “I have no choice, do I?”
    “No, you don’t.”
    He growled. Growled.
    She jerked herself off the lounge, irked at his unwillingness to see her side. Turning to face him, she leaned over the chair and matched his glare with one of her own. “Can’t you see how totally unfair you’re being?”
    “I’m not—”
    “It’s been less than two days since you arrived.” She barreled past his outrage. “Two days ago the boys didn’t even know you existed.”
    “That isn’t my—”
    “Two days ago I didn’t know they weren’t Haimon’s.”
    “So you admit it.” He shot forward in his chair, his expression alight with immediate victory. “They are mine.”
    “They are ours.”
    Her words fell into complete silence. Yet the weight and impact of the claim echoed around them, filling her head with all the repercussions of what this one simple sentence meant for the boys and for her and for Rafe.
    “Tam.” Aarōn’s tentative voice cut past her turmoil.
    Jerking around, she met the twins’ anxious gazes. Both of them had swum to the edge of the pool close to where she and Rafe had been arguing about their future. What had she been thinking? She didn’t want the boys in the middle of this mess.
    Yet they were, weren’t they? They were directly in the center of this situation.
    “Come into the pool and swim, Tammy,” Isaák said in a soft, comforting tone. As if he and his brother should have any responsibility or need to take care of her.
    She took care of them .
    Still, the man sitting silent several chairs down was too much for her to handle for any length of time. She’d made her demands. She’d stated her plans. Now the only thing she wanted to do was swim away from all of it. Swim away from Rafe.
    She flipped her coverlet over her head and dropped it on the lounge chair. With two swift steps, she launched herself into the water.
    As the water swallowed her, she felt a part of her come apart.
    They are ours.

Chapter 6
    “ T ell me .” Haimon's eyes were sharp, although his voice was rough and faint. “What is going on?”
    Tamsin sat beside the hospital bed. The bright light above the bed cast shadows across his face, making him appear even older and sicker.
    But he was alive. And after waking from a three-day coma, he showed no signs of being confused. Not with that familiar sly look in his eyes. The doctor said he’d make a full recovery and for this, she should be grateful.
    Shouldn’t she?
    “Tell me.” His gaze grew sharper, narrower.
    This was the man who’d come into her life when she’d been six and had never left it, not even when her mother had deserted them. He’d kept a roof over their heads for those first few years all on his own. And even though it had been several years since she’d taken over their finances, she still felt as if there should be at least a modicum of loyalty inside her.
    Shouldn’t