‘My mother was holding the fort when I arrived.’

  ‘Milly is a terrific social asset,’ Willow agreed, thinking of the mother-in-law she had never expected to have and her warm relationship with her and Jai’s stepfather, Steven, a quiet, retiring older man with a delightful sense of humour.

  Over the past two years, their family circle had expanded exponentially, but it was a comfortable and caring expansion, which both of them valued. Jai had dealt with his disillusionment over the father he had once idolised and moved on to develop a strong, deep bond with the mother he had been denied in childhood. He had also become acquainted with his maternal grandfather, the current Duke, who was almost ninety years old. Jai did think, though, that it was sad that his mother had never had another child and that he had no siblings, only stepbrothers and a stepsister, whom they only saw at occasional family events.

  Even so, his aunt, Jivika, and her husband were regular visitors, along with various other, more distant relatives. Indeed, Jai and Willow had so many invitations out that they had to pick and choose which they could attend and sometimes it was a relief to return to the tranquillity of the Lake Palace, where life was a little less hectic and they could spend more time together as a couple.

  Willow had become broody once Hari outgrew the nursery and turned into a leaping, bounding bundle of energy, no longer content to be cuddled for longer than ten seconds, unless of course he was ill or overtired. She had conceived quickly, and her second pregnancy was proving much easier than the first. She thought that was very probably because she was much less stressed this time and was able to rest whenever she liked.

  ‘You’re spoilt rotten!’ Shelley had teased her on her last visit to Chandrapur. She was able to see her best friend regularly now because Shelley had more holiday leave in her new job managing a small boutique hotel, which belonged to Jai’s cousins. In any case, Willow and Jai spent every spring and summer in London in addition to returning there every year to enjoy a special Christmas at the town house. And when Hari started school, they would be in London even more because Jai did not want his son to board as he had done until he was old enough to make that choice for himself.

  And Shelley had spoken the truth, Willow acknowledged with quiet satisfaction, because Jai did spoil her and he did make her very, very happy. He also built up her confidence where her father had continually taken her down. Only weeks ago, she had made her first public speech on behalf of the homeless charity she had chosen as closest to her heart from the many supported by the Singh Foundation. Jai’s words of praise had made her heart sing and nobody would ever have guessed by his demeanour that he had listened to her rehearse that same speech ten times over.

  Now, meeting the arctic-blue intensity of his loving gaze, Willow had everything she’d ever wanted and much that she had not even dared to dream of having, because Jai loved her and their son as much as he loved being part of a family.

  ‘I am crazy about you,’ he husked as they descended the stairs to the noisy hubbub of their chattering guests. ‘I counted the days until I could come home, and home is always where you are, soniyaa.’

  ‘I love you too,’ she whispered dreamily as his hand engulfed hers, and she whipped round where she stood to claim his sensual mouth for herself again. ‘And on your birthday promise we’ll have a private party for two.’

  ‘We’re having a very private party for two when everyone’s gone home tonight,’ Jai assured her, soft and low, running a slow, caressing hand down over her taut spine, making her quiver...

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  CHAPTER ONE

  ‘YOU SHOULD BE resting, not worrying about me.’ Theo Savas paced across the theatre foyer, working to keep his concern inaudible. He’d lived with his grandfather since he was ten and this was the first time in the last twenty years the old man had directly referenced something so personal. Revoking this rule wasn’t just unsettling, it was unsafe. ‘You’ve just come through a major operation—’

  ‘And that’s given me the opportunity to think. It’s time, Theodoros. Your birthday is only a few weeks away.’

  The lights above Theo flickered, signalling it was time for guests to take their seats, but he couldn’t end this call without steering Dimitri back to unconcerned calm.

  ‘Are you suggesting I’m getting old?’ His joke was weak but he’d try anything to defuse his grandfather’s escalating anxiety. Except anxiety was infectious and the vibes coming through the phone were making Theo’s own muscles tense. That was in addition to the latent strain of the actual topic. ‘There’s plenty of time—’

  ‘At this rate I’ll never meet my great-grandchildren—’

  ‘You’re not about to die,’ Theo interrupted. He’d ensured Dimitri had been seen by the best specialists and they’d insisted that with quality rest Dimitri should recover well. ‘You’ve years left in you.’

  ‘I’m serious. You need to settle down...’

  ‘And I will,’ Theo reassured him softly and rolled his shoulders.

  He ached to resist Dimitri’s attempt to add yet another burden of responsibility, yet he couldn’t brush him off.

  Distantly he watched the ushers guide the last arriving theatregoers towards the doors. He needed to move if he was going to make it in there. He stepped forward but a whirlwind of a woman swept in front of him, cutting him off. The tall, slender tornado didn’t stop to say sorry, indeed she didn’t even see him screech to a halt to stop himself smacking into her. She just kept searching her cavernous handbag while racing towards the usher.

  ‘How about Eleni Doukas? She’s beautiful.’

  Theo inwardly shuddered. Was Dimitri suggesting a woman for him?

  ‘Don’t you like very beautiful women?’ Dimitri added.

  Theo bit back a grimace. Sure, he liked women—beauty being only one of their attractions. But most women he met wanted vastly more than what he was prepared to give.

  ‘Or Angelica.’ His grandfather offered another contender for his consideration. ‘She would be suitable. You’ve not seen her in years.’

  Theo had reasons for that. Ironically they were the exact reasons his grandfather would probably welcome. Cultured, well-educated, perfectly connected Angelica had made it clear she’d accept marriage and produce four children while turning a blind eye to extra-marital affairs. But Theo would never be unfaithful and he’d never accept infidelity from his wife either. He knew too well the blisters, welts and scars that such affairs inflicted. The fact was that while Angelica had offered herself as the ultimate convenient wife, while it was the sort of arrangement Theo ought to accept, and while it was certainly what those in his milieu expected him to accept, the prospect of any matrimonial arrangement at all appalled him.

  But Dimitri didn’t need to know that.

  ‘It has been a while...’ Theo murmured, agreeing in order to soothe.

  His gaze locked on the scene unfolding outside the theatre door. The blind-haste brunette was still rummaging in her bag. Unlike most of the women present, she wasn’t wearing a shimmering gown. Instead black slim trousers encased her long, long legs. He focused on her feet and saw black flats—so, unaided by towering heels, that striking height was all her own? Interest rippled through him like the faintest breeze bringing relief on a hot summer’s noon. She wore a black wool cardigan beneath which a grey blouse was buttoned to the neck. The dull combination gave nothing away of her figure, other than that she was slender. But it was her expression that pushed him closer.

  She was still searching through her bag while casting desperate glances at the unmoved usher and as Theo neared he heard her talking endlessly in a hushed, frantic whisper. Was she trying to buy time? Faking her way in? She was doing a good job because she tugged something even in Theo’s safely entombed heart. Her eyes glimmered with suspicious brightness and her cheeks paled as the doors further along from hers were shut.

  ‘If not Angelica—’

  ‘Arrange it,’ Theo decisively interrupted Dimitri. The thought of some possible bride parade was crazy, but he’d consent just to give Dimitri something to look forward to.

  He walked towards the pair standing at the last open door to the theatre. The woman had whitened beyond pale and interesting. Any more loss of blood and she’d faint. The honest entreaty in her expression lanced through him. Not faking. Mortified.

  ‘Introduce me to your three top picks,’ he authorised his grandfather.

  ‘You’re serious?’ Dimitri wheezed.

  ‘Yes.’ Theo sighed, serious about meeting them, but not about marrying any. ‘You’re tired and worrying.’ And the old man was bored with being bedridden. At the very least this would give him something satisfactory to think about for the rest of the evening. ‘Make the arrangements.’

  If it would settle the old man’s pulse, then he’d handle a couple of weekends being polite to houseguests. The nurse had warned his grandfather might experience a period of feeling low—apparently it sometimes followed lifesaving surgery. Theo would do almost anything to lift his spirits.

  ‘I’m flying home first thing so I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon,’ he said. ‘We’ll talk more about it then, I promise. I need to work now.’

  ‘Good, Theodoros,’ his grandfather muttered huskily. ‘Thank you.’

  Theo paused, an arrow of discomfort silencing him. Usually Dimitri was all steel—unblemished and immoveable, capably tolerating the burning heat of business, but today, in revealing his wishes for Theo to find a wife? Dimitri discussing any kind of relationship rang Theo’s warning bell, reminding him that Dimitri was more vulnerable than he appeared. And his grandfather didn’t need to thank him, Theo was the one who owed. Everything.

  ‘It’s all right.’ He cleared his own husky throat. ‘Sleep well.’

  He ended the call and walked the last few paces of the foyer. As the main financial backer for this ballet production, he’d been given the best seat in the house. Which, if he wasn’t mistaken, he’d just forfeited because the usher had closed the door with brutal finality.

  If he’d walked a little faster, he might’ve made it but he was still distracted by that trouble in the form of a tall brunette. And he badly needed a moment of distraction.

  ‘I’m so sorry.’ She pleaded with the usher as she swept back behind her ear a tendril that had loosened from the long braid that hung down her back. Her eyes were very large and very worried and she desperately ransacked her bag yet again. ‘I had it, I promise I had it—’

  ‘I’m sorry, ma’am.’ The usher stood, an impenetrable force, in front of the shut door. ‘But without your ticket...’

  Leggy Brunette’s slender shoulders slumped. ‘Yes, of course. It’s just that...it was in here.’ She searched her trouser pockets, then glanced around the floor as if somehow her ticket would materialise. ‘I promise I had it...’

  ‘Unfortunately it’s too late.’ The usher brusquely ended the conversation.

  Hunching as if to hide, Leggy Brunette turned away, the curve of her pretty mouth dropping.

  ‘Problem?’ Theo stepped sideways, into her path.

  She glanced up at him absently, then stopped dead. Her eyes widened and her second glance turned into a shocked stare. Theo happily stared back.

  Her eyes were more than blue, they had a hint of pale purple, and he took another step closer on auto. ‘You couldn’t find your ticket?’

  She shook her head and kept staring.

  Theo couldn’t hold back a small smile. Apparently she couldn’t find her voice either. He was used to getting a reaction from women, but rendering one speechless?

  At least some colour was flooding back into her face. But suddenly she swallowed and turned away. He couldn’t resist following. She stopped at the nearest table and, amused, he watched as yet again she fruitlessly searched her bag. He caught a glimpse of something bulky in its depths, surely not a blanket?

  ‘You know, they’ll never let anyone in late,’ he said softly to let her down gently. ‘They won’t interrupt the performance once it’s begun.’

  She dropped her hands and darted another glance at him. ‘I know.’ Her voice was adorably husky with her English accent soft and clear. ‘It’s just that I had it.’

  And she really wanted to watch the ballet? Her ticket loss was definitely genuine. Her sharp disappointment nicked his skin and the absurd desire to see her smile slid into his blood.

  ‘Oh, Mr Savas.’ The theatre usher suddenly appeared at his side, looking flustered. ‘I can sneak you in if you’d like to follow me quickly...’

  For a split second his eyes met those lavender-blues and he watched the consternation bloom within them.

  ‘I wouldn’t want to interrupt the rest of the audience,’ he dismissed the usher’s invitation smoothly. ‘But thank you anyway.’

  The usher beat a hasty retreat and Theo faced Leggy Brunette.

  ‘No one gets in late unless they’re ridiculously rich?’ she muttered, soft reproach in her expression.

  Uh... Yeah. ‘I have a spare ticket you can use for the second half,’ he murmured impulsively.

  She looked away again as if the sight of him somehow hurt her unusual eyes. ‘Um...’ She fiddled with the strap of her insanely huge bag. ‘That’s really kind of you, but I couldn’t.’

  ‘Why not?’ he asked. He wanted her to say yes and Theo was pretty used to getting what he wanted these days. ‘It’s a spare ticket,’ he reiterated. ‘You can still see the entire second half.’

  Her hand twisted in the strap while more colour rose in her cheeks. He knew she was tempted, but wary.

  ‘There’s no trick,’ he reassured softly. ‘Just a ticket.’

  She drew her lower lip between her teeth and bit down on it. ‘Really?’

  ‘Yes, really.’ He chuckled. People didn’t usually dilly-dally about taking things from him. ‘It’s not a big deal.’

  That colour swarmed more deeply and she quickly glanced past him. ‘You...don’t have a date you’re here with?’

  Was that the reason for her incredulous expression? He suppressed another smile. ‘No. Do you?’

  ‘No.’ She shook her head quickly.

  Satisfaction surged with surprising force. ‘Then I guess it’s meant to be, right?’

  ‘I...’ She paused. ‘Right.’

  ‘And now we might as well have a drink while we wait, don’t you think?’ He nodded towards the gleaming theatre bar, his body thrumming with anticipation.

  She turned to face him, her lavender eyes gazed directly into his and her chin lifted with a little pride. ‘May I get you a drink, to say thank you?’

  For a second Theo was bereft of speech. The women he dated never offered to pay. They knew him, knew how wealthy he was and they were happy to meld into his lifestyle. But his brunette in distress had no idea who he was and apparently had no desire to just take whatever she could from him.

  ‘Please,’ she added. ‘I wouldn’t want to feel indebted to you.’

  Indebted by a mere ballet ticket? That thread of sensual awareness tightened. Was she worried he’d ask her to pay him back in some nefarious way? Well, she could remain calm, Theo had never needed to coerce a woman in his life. He might have money, but he wasn’t spoiled and he’d never presume.

  ‘Okay,’ he said equably, but then couldn’t resist teasing her prim dignity. ‘But are you sure you have your wallet on you? You wouldn’t want to make offers you can’t fulfil.’

  ‘Very funny.’ Sparks lit her lavender eyes, but then her expression wrinkled. ‘Damn it, you’ve made me need to check now.’ She rummaged in her bag again—were those chopsticks in there? But then she extracted a small coin purse with a flourish. No sleek leather wallet filled with elite credit cards for her.

  ‘I knew I had it,’ she said victoriously. ‘But I swear I had the ticket too.’ She groaned ruefully. ‘What an idiot.’ A sudden little giggle bubbled out.

  To his astonishment, his whole world narrowed until he saw only her—sparkling eyes and pretty lips and delight—and he found himself smiling back at her. Frankly it was the most he’d smiled in months.

  ‘How about you go ahead and order?’ he suggested huskily. ‘I need a second to arrange the seat with the staff.’

  ‘What would you like to drink?’

  ‘You choose.’ He shrugged. ‘I’ll have whatever you’re having.’

  ‘Are you sure you want to risk that?’ she asked, her expression wrinkled again.

  ‘Why?’ He was surprised into another smile. ‘Now I’m intrigued. Quick, go decide for the both of us.’

  He couldn’t resist watching her walk towards the bar. He really was intrigued—she was a contrary mix of shy and awkward and assured. Tall, slender, feminine and acutely refreshing. Just the tonic given the last two months of stress, isolation and uncertainty. But she was definitely cautious and perhaps she was right to be, given his inner temptation was to skip the ballet altogether and carry her back to his bed for the night. He’d worship those long limbs and work very hard to put a smile on her pillowy pout...