His Pregnant Bride: Pregnant by the Greek Tycoon / His Pregnant Princess / Pregnant: Father Needed

The look of astonishment that spread across his face was swiftly supplanted by a slow, sensual smile. ‘There’s no need to look so smug.’

‘I don’t feel smug. I’d just forgotten how much you always made me laugh.’ Then to her dismay he did just that in a loud and uninhibited way.

Hell, she thought, he really did have the sexiest laugh in the world.

‘Shut up,’ she hissed, ‘Nicky will wake up, or someone will come up to see what’s going on.’

‘Is this better?’ he asked.

Georgie studied the sober face he showed her. ‘Your hair’s sticking up,’ she said. It wasn’t, but it helped her not say what she wanted to. You’re beautiful might take this conversation in a direction she really didn’t want to go!

‘Thanks,’ he said, drawing a hand over the neatly trimmed pelt. ‘Has your family got something against laughter?’

‘No, just you.’ The rueful smile created a brief sense of unity. ‘Do you remember…?’ she began, then stopped.

‘What?’ he prompted.

‘I was just thinking about the first time you met the family, and your face when Gran asked you if you worked in a bar. You looked so astonished.’ She shook her head. The memory of his aghast expression was so strong that it was hard to keep the quiver of amusement from her voice. ‘And you said no, but you thought that you might own a vineyard, but you’d have to ch…check.’

‘I did check and I own two, but they are very small.’

CHAPTER TWELVE

‘YOU’LL wake him,’ Georgie reproached Angolos again before stuffing her fist on her mouth to stifle her own laughter. She laughed until her ribs ached and when she stopped she wiped away the tears from her cheeks. A quick peek revealed that Nicky was still sound asleep.

‘It’s lucky he’s a…’ She turned towards Angolos and promptly forgot what she had been about to say.

There was no lingering amusement on his face. Under the sweep of his dark, luxuriant lashes his eyes glittered. The expression on his lean face was intense and raw.

The air between them suddenly buzzed with an almost visible electric charge. It made the fine hairs on her arms stand on end and caused a tell-tale, quivery ache low in her belly.

If she didn’t do something and do it quick things were going to happen. And she didn’t want that, did she?

‘You’re staring,’ she accused with a weak little laugh that fooled nobody, especially herself.

He carried on staring.

She looked at his mouth, seeing it against her breasts. Inside her shirt her nipples grew hard as though his lips had actually brushed over them.

‘This is a trial,’ she began, calling on every ounce of her will-power to control her voice. ‘I was explaining, before you hijacked the conversation, that I’m going to give work my notice.’

There was a long uncomfortable silence while he studied the rigid lines of her determined face.

‘They’ve always been good to me at the school. Nicky has a free place at the nursery,’ she continued.

‘So it’s non-negotiable?’

Her shoulders sagged in relief. ‘Yes.’

‘In that case I suppose I’d better rearrange my schedule.’

Georgie, who had been expecting something along the lines of, Over my dead body, raised suspicious eyes to his face. ‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean that now that I’ve found my son I’m not about to wait to be his father. I will relocate.’

‘But your work!’ she protested.

He dismissed his multimillion-pound company with a casual shrug of his shoulders. ‘If necessary I will work from home.’

‘Don’t be ridiculous. You don’t even know where I work and you can’t possibly run an international company from a Sussex village.’

He gave her a mocking look. ‘Anyone would think you didn’t want me to move in with you, yineka mou,’ he drawled.

Anyone would be right. Her body grew rigid as the full import of his comment penetrated. ‘Move in…?’ She echoed sharply.

‘I think we should start as we mean to go on. This is to be a marriage in every sense of the word.’