Awkward.

Hot.

Awkward.

Hot.

She felt like she was picking off petals from a flower to determine the exact nature of her feelings. Damen’s gaze was on hers, intense but unreadable. It made her feel more self-conscious the same time every inch of her body tingled into life.

Awkward.

Hot.

Awkward.

Hot.

This man was herhusband.

Oh dear Lord, Damen Leventis was her husband.

The Greek billionaire she had dreamt of had married her, and she was now Mrs. Leventis.

It was the most bittersweet feeling, but underneath it was the unmistakable sense of joy, quiet and deep. Damen Leventis was the only man she could ever love, and no matter what had happened – no matter what the world thought – marrying him feltright.

She just had to remember that he could never love her – could nevertrusther – the way someone who was truly in love would.










Chapter 3

DAMEN WAS SO ATTUNEDto his new wife’s feelings that he noticed the moment her smile dimmed ever so slightly. His heart clenched at the sight of it. “Mairi?”

Looking at his eyes, Mairi found whatever she had thought of saying dying in her throat. The look of fierce concern on his gorgeous face made her every misgiving fade.

How she loved this man.

Loved him so, so much it was just impossible to explain the magnitude of it.