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afford to spoil her and she deserved to be spoiled. Especially after the way that bastard of an ex-husband had treated her. Zephyr would not pretend to give her love as Art had, but he could afford to give her gifts. And he would.
    Later that night, on the terrace of an exclusive restaurant, Piper found herself enjoying the understated, elegant décor that managed to still convey the flavor of Athens. Like most Greek restaurants, the majority of the seating was outside. However, this restaurant did not have the crowded, noisy ambiance of the cafés in the Plaka.
    As much as she had enjoyed the historic shopping districtclosed off to automobile traffic, she appreciated the relative quiet of their current setting. Very much.
    “Is this a favorite haunt of yours when you are in the country?”
    “It is actually.” Zephyr’s brows furrowed. “How did you know?”
    “I don’t imagine the staff know most American businessmen by name, no matter how rich and powerful.”
    Looking oh so sexy in a light Armani sweater and bodyhugging designer jeans, his lips quirked in his signature wry smile. “Point.”
    She was glad to see his smile. He’d seemed to draw back emotionally after opening up to her on the Acropolis. It was as if he regretted sharing so much about his past and needed to bring their focus firmly back to the present.
    She could understand that. Zephyr was not a guy to wallow in emotion. Heck, he wasn’t a guy to feel emotion a lot of the time, as far as she could see. But she’d realized something as they shopped in the Plaka—she felt plenty toward Zephyr. In fact, she was drowning in emotion for him and that emotion only had one name. Love.
    “Thank you for sharing this place with me.” She brushed her fingers over the gorgeous necklace he’d bought her earlier that day. “Thank you for everything.”
    The stones were warm from her body, but her heart was even warmer. He had insisted a kiss would make the purchase fully worthwhile. Since her kisses were free, she’d thought nothing of giving him one. Right there, in front of the proprietor, who had grinned and said something in Greek that made Zephyr chuckle.
    Piper wasn’t just feeling spoiled, she was feeling cherished and that was dangerous, she knew.
    “It is my pleasure.”
    “You say that a lot.” She smiled up at him.
    “And it is true. You are an easy companion, Piper.”
    “I’m glad you think so. I don’t hate your company, either.”
    “That is a relief. I would not like to think you’d been giving me pity sex all this time.”
    She couldn’t help laughing at that bit of ridiculousness. “Right. Pity sex. I don’t see it.” Or feel it. No woman would pity this man. Desire him? Yes. Crave his kisses? Definitely. Hunger for his touch? Without doubt.
    But pity? Nope. No way.
    “I’m relieved to hear it.”
    She felt heat climb her cheeks and she shook her head. “Stop teasing me and eat your appetizer.”
    Surprisingly, her tycoon listened and did exactly that.
    They were halfway through the appetizer when she asked something she’d been curious about for a while. “Are you going to be Neo’s best man in the wedding?”
    “Naturally.”
    “Are you looking forward to it?” she teased, sure he would grimace and give a negative.
    But he smiled instead and said quite decisively, “Yes.”
    “You are?” She had not expected that.
    “Of course. I worried that Neo had forgotten his dreams of home and family under the pressure of building our empire. When we first left Greece, that was all he’d talk about, how he was going to make something of himself and then make a proper family. He stopped talking about it maybe two years after we settled in Seattle.”
    “But you didn’t want him to forget it entirely?” Wow, that was not an ambition she could picture Zephyr encouraging.
    “No. He deserves a family, a home that is more than a place to live.”
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