Kidnapped by the Greek Billionaire (17 page)

“It looks beautiful,” Kizzy stammered, looking up from the plans. “But it’s all too much.”

“I’m not going to let you say good-bye, I won’t let you, I can’t. Listen, everyone has to have somewhere to call home. Even you. You don’t realize it now but when you’ve wandered around as much as I have, you’ll see that I’m right. And besides, once you’ve chosen your horses, they will miss you…” He swallowed painfully. “I’ll wait for you. For as long as it takes.”

Quickly, he showed her a photograph on his cell phone. “I bought the island last week. The building work can be finished and ready before the baby comes if we start soon.” He flicked to another photograph. “And here’s the new canvas, an impression of our dream home, and this time it
is
something beautiful—totally inspired by my love for you. Or at least it will be if you say yes.”

“Andreas,” Kizzy began unevenly as she studied the picture with blurred eyes, “I don’t believe this is—”

He was suddenly breathless with dread that she would turn him down, walk away again. “It was wrong of me to try to force you into marrying me, so let’s forget all about that. All that I ask is that our child bear my name, Baby Lazarides.”

“No,” Kizzy replied rigidly, tears now trickling down her face. “That’s just not good enough.”

She shushed him as agony streaked across his features and he tried to interrupt.

“Let me finish, please. It’s not good enough because I love you more than anything on this earth and—and I want your name too. I want to be Mrs. Lazarides. I want strings attached, legal ties, and never-ending roots. So,” she placed her palm flat over his pounding heart and stared purposefully into his eyes, “I think it’s time we started to do things properly. Will you marry me, Andreas Lazarides?”

“I have no choice, Miss Dean,” Andreas replied with a slow incredulous smile, and his heart soared with joy as he closed the most important deal of his life, binding them both together, forever, with a kiss.

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Rachel now writes full-time when her children are at school, but is still proud of her law degree and accountancy qualifications. She has worked in the space industry, pharmaceuticals, insurance, a supermarket, a bus station, a railway depot, and a lingerie department.

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