Page 119 of Betraying Family Vows
"All fucking night."
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EPILOGUE
Calli Kastaris
Istretch out on the sun-warmed terrace, the Roman sun warming my skin. My silk robe gapes open over one tanned thigh. My body still carries the sweet ache of last night, proof that some sins are worth committing.
The espresso in my hand is already going lukewarm, but I'm too content to care. Inside the suite, the shower runs, and I catch the faint sound of humming. I smile. It’s the same song we danced to last night at that little café nightclub.
He gets out of the shower, and I watch him in the reflection of the patio door. I see the way the muscles in his back flex as he brushes his wet hair out of his face and the way the towel rides so low on his hips it's practically an invitation.
My phone buzzes on the little table next to me. The screen lights up with Dimitri's name.
Of course.
"Persistent," I say, picking it up and rolling my eyes. I don't need to answer. I'm relieved he's safe, but I already told my brothers I was at a woman’s self-defense kickboxing retreat. Technically, that's not even a total lie. I did pay for it, and I even packed my gloves. I just haven't unpacked them and decided to skip the entire thing completely.
I silence the call and set my phone face down.
If they ever knew how many weekends I've invented girls’ trips and spa retreats for, I'd be locked in a tower until I'm forty. They would have an absolute fit if they knew I was here with someone instead.
My brothers still think I'm their little sister who needs protecting, not a woman who makes her own choices. Especially not choices that involve sneaking away for romantic weekends with a man they've never met and probably wouldn't approve of.
A minute later, my phone buzzes again.
I sigh dramatically and lift the phone to my ear.
I slide my finger across the screen. "Yes, brother dearest?" I say, using my sweetest tone.
"Come home."
I blink. That's it? No hey baby sister, how's the retreat? How's your sparring? Win any matches?
"Wow. Hi to you too. Glad you're home."
"Calli."
Just my name. Firm. Serious.
I glance toward the bathroom, remembering how he had surprised me with tickets to the opera tonight. Said he'd packed my favorite black dress, the one I'd accidentally left at his place last month.
"It's important," Dimitri says.
I force a laugh. "That serious? You do realize I'm at my retreat thing, right?"
