Jennifer Faye - Carrying The Greek Tycoon's Baby

He moved to the couch and sat down. “No more distractions. We need to talk.”

He was right. It was time to get it all out there in the open. “I don’t expect anything from you if that’s what you’re worried about. I can take care of the baby.”

He patted the couch cushion next to him. “Come over here.”

She didn’t trust herself being so close to that sexy hunk of a man, but she refused to let on that he still got under her skin. She forced her feet one in front of the other. She perched on the edge of the couch, leaving as much space between them as possible.

She could still remember how good his kisses were and how his hands created the most arousing sensations wherever he touched. The mere memories sent her heart racing. When her gaze met his, there was a challenge reflected in his eyes.

She glanced at the clock on the stove. “If you don’t hurry, you’ll miss the ferry. It’s the only one today.”

“Is this the way it’s going to be?”

She turned her full attention to him. “How what is going to be?”

“You and me. How do I even know the baby is mine?”

“I’d like to think that no one would lie about such an important thing. But you obviously don’t trust me. So after the baby is born, a test can be done. But there’s no way I’m having one of those great big foot-long needles stabbed into my stomach.” She visibly flinched at the memory of what she’d seen on the internet. She didn’t like needles. They all looked huge to her.

“I want to trust you, but I’ve had people lie to me in the past about much smaller matters.” Pain reflected in his eyes.

“It’s understandable that you would want confirmation. It isn’t like we’ve been in a loving, committed relationship.”

His eyes widened. “Is that what you want? For us to marry for the sake of the child?”

“No.” It was a short, straight-to-the-point answer.

His gaze narrowed. “Are you sure?”

Why was he pushing this so much? Surely he didn’t think marriage was a good idea, did he? It was not even like they were in love. They were, well, they were friends at best. And not very good friends at that.

“I’m sure.” Her tone was firm. “Besides, you don’t have time for a family. You’re always working.”

“I can make time for everything—” Just then his phone buzzed and he retrieved it from his pocket.

“Point proven.”

After nothing more than a glance, he returned the phone to his pocket. “So you’re planning to do this all on your own?”

“If you mean raising the baby, then yes, I plan to be a single parent. It’s not like there are a lot of single guys on the island. Most are bridegrooms or a guest of a wedding party. They generally bring a date and don’t flirt with the island staff.”

“You’re going to stay here on the island and raise the baby?”

“This is where my ancestors were born and raised. It’s where my mother grew up. If it’s good enough for them, it’s good enough for me and the baby.”

“And what about what happened today with the honeymoon bungalow?” he asked.

“What about it? Things break.” She tried to brush off the incident as nothing out of the ordinary, but she knew it was a very big deal indeed.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Don’t act so blasé. I saw you earlier. You were practically in a panic. This island needs a lot of work—work that you don’t have the money to do.”

Her mouth gaped. How dare he? “Since when do you know about my finances?”

“Since I did some digging when I wanted to buy the island. I needed to know just what I was getting myself into.”

She wanted to ask what he’d learned, but she didn’t. Nothing good would come of it. Where finances were concerned Infinity Island was in disastrous straits.

Xander gazed into her eyes, making her heart race. “You need to rethink this—”

“Rethink what? Giving up my home? My past? My future?” She shook her head. “If you think you’re going to talk me into selling you the island, it isn’t going to happen. Remember? We already had this conversation.”

“You don’t have to stay here. I can set you up in Athens. Anywhere in the city. You name it.”

She crossed her arms. “I’m not leaving the island.”

“Stop being so stubborn and see what’s right in front of you.”

Her voice started to rise. “I do see it. And just because this place isn’t perfect doesn’t mean I should turn my back and walk away.”

He sighed and got to his feet. Without another word, he started for the door.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“Out.” And with that he stepped onto the covered deck.

She should be relieved, but she wasn’t. She felt like they’d talked about everything except what he really had on his mind. And then there was the whistle of the approaching ferry.

She rushed to the doorway. “You’re going to miss your ride back to the mainland.”

“I’m not leaving.” He kept walking.

Not leaving? He made it sound like it would be indefinitely, but she knew that couldn’t be the case. He had a business empire to run.

She assured herself that he’d just be here for a day or two. Just long enough to figure out how this pregnancy would affect their lives. Then he’d go back to his life in Athens. And she would remain here on the island.

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