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‘There are about fifteen gardeners, Mrs Chrisohoidis, her husband Andreo, who oversees the island, the domestic staff, chefs, and I have two personal assistants based out of the island for when I need to work.’
Hannah’s eyes flew wide. ‘Seriously?’
‘And their families,’ he said, still smiling, the words lightly mocking.
She shook her head from side to side, wondering at how anyone could have this kind of money.
‘It takes a team to manage all this.’ He gestured with his palm to the island.
She nodded. ‘And then the yacht crew, too?’
He nodded. ‘They stay on board, though there are dorms for when the boat is here over winter.’
‘You must spend a fortune in salaries.’
‘I suppose I do.’ He wasn’t smiling now, but he was looking at her with a heat that simmered her blood. He lifted a hand to her hair once more, tucking it behind her ear slowly, watchfully.
‘There’s the security team, as well,’ he said, and she felt his past pulling him deep into a raging ocean.
‘Greg Hassan lives here?’
‘Greg lives in Athens. He oversees Stathakis Corp, including my brother Thanos’s security arrangements, and our company procedures. He has a manager on the island, and there are thirteen guards permanently placed here.’
‘Thirteen?’ She exhaled. ‘Security guards?’
‘It used to be only four,’ he said nonchalantly.
‘But because of me it’s thirteen?’
‘Because of you, and because of her.’ He dropped a hand to Hannah’s stomach, and right at that moment one of the little popping sensations Hannah had become used to reared to life, and Leonidas’s eyes widened in wonder.
‘Did she just kick me?’
Hannah laughed, but there was a sting of happy tears against her eyelids. ‘She’s telling you we don’t need anything like that kind of security.’
‘I think she’s giving me a high five of agreement.’
Hannah laughed and Leonidas did, too. She had no way of knowing how long it had been since he’d felt genuine amusement, or the occurrence might have taken her breath away even more than the sound did on its own.
* * *
Hannah lay with her head on Leonidas’s chest, in the small hours of the next day, listening to his heart. It beat slow and steady in sleep. She lay there, her naked body close to his, their limbs tangled with the crisp white sheets, their bodies spent, her body round with the baby they’d made, and she smiled.
Because there was such randomness in this, and yet such perfection, too.
How could she have known that one night of unplanned sensual heat would lead to this? She lay with her head on his chest, listening to the solid beating of his heart, and admitted to herself there was nowhere on earth she’d rather be.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
‘YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED?’
Thanos’s voice came to Leonidas from a long way away.
‘Where are you?’ Leonidas stretched his long legs out in front of himself, crossing them at the ankles.
‘Somewhere over the Atlantic.’
‘You’re going to New York?’
