Wedding Party Collection: Here Comes The Groom: The Bridegroom's Vow / The Billionaire Bridegroom

She’d never loved him more. All she wanted to do was crawl onto the king-size bed and take care of him. Hold him like she’d done on the plane. Her arms ached from the loss.

While she’d steadied his head, she’d been able to study the tiny lines that radiated from around his eyes, the set of his jaw, the sensuality of his male mouth she yearned to cover with her own.

“Serilda has called for the doctor. Until he has examined you, you’re not to discuss business or anything else.”

“Mother’s right, Uncle. Let me help you get ready for bed.”

“As you can both see, I’m fine, just dizzy. It will pass. I appreciate your concern, but right now Ms. Hamilton and I have matters to discuss that won’t wait.”

“I’m sure she’s exhausted, too,” Ananke persisted.

Sensing Dimitrios’s impatience simmering beneath the surface Alex said, “Actually I slept seven hours on the plane and feel very well rested. I promise I won’t work your brother-in-law too long.”

“Leon? Will you bring Ms. Hamilton’s briefcase to her?”

His nephew nodded before hurrying out of the room.

Alex watched the other woman’s hands curl into fists at her side. “I’ll bring you some tea and pain killers.”

“I—I don’t think he should have anything yet.”

At Alex’s interjection, Ananke flashed her a hostile glance.

“I only mentioned it, Mrs. Pandakis, because I’m sure he has suffered a concussion.”

Despite his injury Dimitrios seemed to be alert enough to address his sister-in-law. “Ask the cook to make tea and sandwiches, Ananke. My secretary slept through lunch and dinner and must be starving by now.”

Her brown eyes glittered angrily before she left the room.

“Here’s your briefcase, Ms. Hamilton.”

“Thank you.”

“Leon— I’m glad you came to the plane. I couldn’t have gotten along without your help. In the morning, we’ll have that talk. All right?”

“Only if you’re feeling much better, Uncle.”

“I’m sure I will. Would you mind closing the door on your way out?”

“No. Of course not.” His brown gaze darted to Alex. “Good night, Ms. Hamilton.”

“Good night. It was very nice to meet you.”

A strange silence filled the room after he’d gone.

Alex was relieved to see Dimitrios’s eyes had closed. Finally he could rest. That’s why it came as a surprise when he spoke to her.

“After today’s experience, I realize that along with your many attributes, you were born with an ability to read minds, too.”

“You mean about my canceling the helicopter.”

“Among other things.”

“I did it for self-preservation.”

“How so?”

“You’re Thessalonica’s favorite son. The media would’ve had a field day if word had leaked out that you were being transported to the hospital from the plane. I’d have been forced to ward them off. To be honest, I didn’t particularly relish the thought after—”

“After you thought it was the end, and your life flashed before your eyes?”

She bowed her head. “Something like that, yes.” Except that was a lie. There’d only been one thought on her mind. One man.

“I was concerned about the publicity. It would probably have given your government officials a heart attack to know you were hurt this close to the trade fair. As it is, your name’s going to be all over the news by morning.”

“You think?” came the deep voice.

It amazed her he had the energy to tease in his condition.

“I’m sure your loyal pilot was shaken by the incident. No doubt he issued some strict orders to the hospital to stand by because they were going to be receiving some very precious cargo.

“Right now the phones are probably ringing off the hook to every journalist that you’re back in Greece and something terrible happened to you in flight.”

“Something did.”

His comment sounded faintly cryptic. She kneaded her hands together.

“We don’t have any business to discuss tonight. Why did you ask me to come in here?”

“You’re the mind reader, Ms. Hamilton. You tell me.”

She took a steadying breath. “I think your sister-in-law was right. You need rest, and I need to call the hotel.”

“Don’t worry about canceling the reservation. I’ll take care of it.”

“That’s the problem. You mustn’t do that.”

His eyes opened. He seemed very alert all of a sudden.

“Why not? If I’m to be confined over the next few days, it makes the most sense.”

“The hotel is simply a place to sleep.” She tried reasoning with him. “I’ll be available to you at all hours otherwise.”

The tension was mounting. “What aren’t you telling me?”

She’d seen him in this mood before. He wouldn’t give up until he had the answer he wanted. She’d learned from past experience it was pointless to try to thwart him.

“Someone else is staying with me.”