The Greek’s Inherited Bride by Lucy Monroe

Author:Lucy Monroe [Monroe, Lucy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2009-06-15T00:00:00+00:00

After arranging transportation for everyone, Spiros led Phoebe to his car. No one said anything about her not riding to the hospital with her own family. Why would they? As far as anyone else was concerned Spiros and Phoebe were still the best of friends.

And honestly? She couldn’t fathom leaving him to his own devices at a time like this.

Theopolis Petronides had raised his grandsons after the death of their parents and his own beloved wife. Neither Spiros nor Dimitri were outwardly demonstrative, but there was no doubt how devoted they were to that old man.

Spiros’s tightly clenched jaw and white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel spoke eloquently of how worried he was.

“He’s a strong man. He will be fine,” Phoebe said into the tense silence of the car.

“I pray that is true.” Spiros downshifted and ran a red light. “Stubborn old man,” he said, as cars honked and Phoebe prayed for more than his grandfather’s health.

She wanted to ask about the deal Theo had made with Dimitri. She wanted to know why Spiros had not told her the truth of it. She wanted to know so many things. But right now was not the time to ask.

For the first time since the meeting with her father, Phoebe spared some real sympathy for Dimitri. Both of them had been pawns in an older generation’s dreams. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair. And she still saw no way out for herself.

She was not naive enough to believe that an emergency operation on his grandfather would compel Dimitri to renege on a promise made under duress. If she knew Petronides males, he would be even more set on following through than beforehand.

It was their way.

Personal and family honor above all.

Dimitri was in the waiting room when she and Spiros walked in. He looked up and she gasped. He was gray with stress, his eyes haunted.

Spiros crossed the room and took his brother in a bear-hug.

“It’s my fault,” Dimitri said in tormented tones when Spiros stepped back.

“It is his own fault for not having the surgery when he was told he should.”

“No…I upset him.”

“You two argued? This is nothing new. Again, I say, if he had had the surgery—”

“I told him I would not marry Phoebe,” Dimitri said, interrupting Spiros.

This time Phoebe’s knees wobbled, and she fell back into one of the waiting chairs. Dimitri’s words were so unexpected she desperately sought proof this was not some strange dream. The antiseptic air of the hospital provided it. Dreams didn’t have smells, did they?

Dimitri’s gaze connected with hers for the first time since she had arrived. “I am sorry, Phoebe.”

She nodded, totally clueless about what to say. That it was okay? That she didn’t mind? That she was relieved? She definitely was. But that made her feel guilty. How would her father save Leonides Enterprises now? And her relief was at the cost of Tio Theo’s health.

“What do you mean, you told him you refused to marry Phoebe?” Spiros asked, fury sharply edging every word.

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