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attention. She’d given the boys good morals and taught them to be considerate. This, all this over-the-top elegance, was only a charade. This wasn’t real life.
    “It’s okay.” Aarōn shuffled at her side, his hands stuffed in his jean pockets. “If you like this kind of thing.”
    His twin snorted. “Who wouldn’t like this?”
    “No arguing.” She watched the female concierge put a hand on Raphael’s arm, the bright pink of her nail polish flashing in the sun.
    “I wonder if this place has a pool.”
    It was Aarōn’s turn to snort. “Of course this hotel has a pool, idiot.”
    “Boys.”
    They both grumbled under their breath at each other before subsiding in slouched surliness by her side.
    They were tired. She was tired. After eighteen hours of waiting in the hospital, it wasn’t a surprise the twins were grumpy and grouchy. They needed rest. A bed. And since the man striding toward them with a scowl on his face had evicted them from their own, she figured the least he could do was provide them with another one.
    Temporarily.
    She didn’t have a plan yet. Once she got some sleep, though, she’d calculate some way to get rid of Raphael Vounó and start a new life for her and the boys. She’d have to find a new home, find a new job, evaluate how to take care of Haimon—
    “The rooms are ready. Time to go up.” Rafe’s anger bristled from him, his dark eyes flashing, his big body rigid. Apparently, he wasn’t used to any opposition to his wishes. The fact this opposition came from his nephews as well as her didn’t seem to matter in his behavior towards her. In any other circumstance, she’d object to his arrogant command, the bite in his voice. However, all the fears and thoughts and emotions running through her swamped her ability to confront this man.
    Later, she’d fight. Right now, she only wanted a bed and some peace.
    “ Eláte .” He waved at them impatiently as he marched past.
    Come .
    She hadn’t spoken Greek in years. Speaking the language had been too painful, filled with memories of soft whispers and passionate promises which would never come true. She’d found it far easier to fall back on her native English tongue, the language of her natural father who’d faded in her memory to a blur. Unlike the sharp burr of the memories of Greece.
    And the man striding across the lobby.
    Eláte. Come.
    The first word he said to her when they’d met. Come with me , as he led her onto his family’s terrace, holding her hand in his, tugging her forward with a shy smile. Come by me , he’d said as he waved at her with a grin, organizing a team for volleyball in the pool. Come to me , as he opened his arms and took her into his grasp, giving her his kiss for the first time.
    “Tam.” Aarōn touched her arm. “You okay?”
    “Sure.” She pushed the tears away, breathing through her nose. “I’m fine.”
    “Come, Tamsin.” Rafe didn’t even glance back, but he’d stopped in the middle of the lobby. As if sensing his displeasure, the other patrons and bellboys and even the flirtatious concierge gave him a wide berth. “Or don’t come at all.”
    “Let’s get out of here. We can find somewhere else to stay.” Isaák’s voice drifted into her ear like a siren call. “We don’t need him.”
    The boy’s suggestion echoed through the lobby. The words wafted to Rafe and his back stiffened. Then, he turned to face them.
    He was so different. Achingly different.
    Yet, she read him still. She knew what he thought and felt.
    Hurt . Raphael Vounó was hurt by what her half-brother, his nephew, had said.
    A mask of contempt and command came over his face, hiding what she knew, she knew she’d seen. “Well, Tamsin?”
    “Come on, boys.” Tightening her hand around her leather purse, she stepped forward. The decision to follow Rafe’s rude demands was the wrong one. Surely it was. She should set down some boundaries and make some requirements of her own. But she couldn’t keep the