Hope “We are here,” Damian said. I nodded, and Damian stepped from the limousine. He reached in and helped me out, and i blinked as the bright sunshine hit my eyes. The wind blew, and i shivered against the slight chill. Damian wrapped an arm around me and hurried me towards the waiting plane. The inside was warm and looked extremely comfortable. As he guided me toward a seat, he said, “There is a bed in the back. Once we have taken off, you can go lie down.” “That sounds lovely,” i said with a smile as he settled into the seat next to me. I turned and looked out the window and then glanced toward the front of the plane as i saw several of Damian’s security detail file into the cabin. “Damian, why do you have so many security people?” He stiffened besides me. “I am a very wealthy man. There are those who might seek to harm me...or those important to me.” “Oh. Is the danger very high?” i asked as i turned her gaze on him. “It is the job of my men to ensure there is no danger.
Hope. “You are welcome to stay, Rosie. I do hope you will eat dinner with us tonight,” Damian said politely as i mounted the stairs. I really had no idea where i was going, but upstairs seemed as good a place as any, and it would put me solidly away from the source of my irritation. I was nearly to the top when Damian overtook me. “You should have waited for me,” he reproached. “I don’t like you navigating the stairs by yourself. What if you were to fall? In the future, someone will escort you up or down.” My mouth fell open. “You are not serious!” He frowned, clearly not liking my tone of disbelief. “I’m very serious when it comes to your well being Hope.” I blew out my breath in frustration as Damian escorted me from the landing of the stairs down the hall to a spacious bedroom. Clearly this was the master suite. I set aside the protests forming on my tongue and stared at Damian in question. “Is this to be my room?” I asked irritated. “It is our room.” Heat rose in my che
Hope. Remembering that the doctor would be up in a few moments, and not wanting to give him any excuse to send me straight to bed, i hastened to the bathroom, where I splashed cool water on my face in an effort to rid myself of the flush that still suffused my cheeks. I dragged a hand through my curls and frowned at my reflection in the mirror. My hair didn’t look right. A brief image flashed across my mind. It was me, laughing, but with shorter hair. Hair that curled riotously around my head in an unruly cap. Even with such a brief glance into my memories, i knew i preferred my hair short. So why had i let it grow long? I shook my head and vowed to get it trimmed as soon as i was able to. I heard a knock at my door, and i rushed out of the bathroom. Damian walked in, with an older man following closely behind him. Alba entered after them and smiled at me from across the room. “Hope, this is Dr. Karounis. He is a leading physician in Athens, and he has graciously agreed to see to
Hope. Somehow, between the visit with the physician and a very long, relaxing bath, i had managed to forget all about Rosie's presence at the house. When Damian walked into our bedroom to escort me down the stairs, I smiled welcomingly. He stopped in front of me and studied me for a moment. Then he brushed his lips across mine and folded my hand in his. “You look beautiful. Your color is much better, and you look rested.” “The good doctor has proclaimed me fit as a fiddle. So there is no cause for concern.” “That is good,my love. Your health is important to me.” He tucked my arm underneath his, and we headed out of the bedroom and down the stairs. As we neared the bottom, i looked up and saw Rosie standing in the entrance to the formal dining room. I stiffened. The woman was immaculately turned out in a designer dress that molded to every single one of her curves. I looked down self consciously at my own very casual slacks and maternity blouse. I felt a sudden desire to race bac
Hope. “You should not be out here.” Damian’s voice startled me even as his hands closed around my shoulders, spinning me around to face him. Anger glinted in his eyes, and displeasure tightened his jaw. “How did you find me so quickly?” I asked, refusing to apologize for my flight. “I have known where you were as soon as you left the house,” he said calmly. At my confused expression, he said, “I have security posted all over the island. I was notified the moment you stepped onto the patio. You have been closely watched ever since.” My mouth turned down into a frown even as i looked around, trying to ferret out the security he mentioned. “You were not to navigate the stairs alone, and you should not come outside in the darkness unless I am with you.” “You could hardly accompany me anywhere, glued as you were to your personal assistant,” i said dryly. I wanted to be flip and sound like I couldn’t care less, but hurt registered in my voice, and i clenched my fingers together. “I
Hope. The Morning sun streamed into the bedroom and cast a warm glow on the bed where i lay. I opened my eyes and promptly burrowed more deeply underneath the covers. My hand sought Damian, but i found only an empty spot. I frowned and sat up, looking around the bedroom, but he was nowhere to be found. The unmistakable whir of the helicopter caught my attention, and I got out of bed and walked to the window. Damian stood with Rosie a short distance from the helicopter, his hand on her arm. She nodded and ducked down to hurry into the helicopter. A few seconds later, it lifted and headed toward the mainland. I couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. I stood watching a moment longer before i turned and hurried toward the bathroom. After a quick shower, i pulled on my robe and walked back into the bedroom to dress. Damian was waiting for me. I eyed him nervously and pulled my robe tighter around me. “I will leave you to dress,” he said shortly. “I will send Alba up to escort yo
Hope “He is here so we can choose your ring,” Damian said matter of factly. As if having a jeweler personally come out was an everyday occurrence. “I don’t understand,” i began lamely. Damian picked up my left hand and raised my fingers to his lips. “It is important to me that you wear my ring, my love. We had not gotten around to resizing the one I gave you. I want to rectify that matter now.” “Oh.” As responses went, mine wasn’t terribly brilliant, but it was all i could manage. Damian urged me to turn my attention to the rings, and i did so a little nervously. They were so huge. And expensive! I didn’t even want to know how much they cost. After trying several on, i spotted one that i loved, but then wondered if he had be offended by my choice. My gaze kept wandering to it even as i continued to try on the rings the jeweler pressed on me. “That one,” Damian said, pointing to a ring to the far right. To my surprise, the jeweler plucked the one I had been staring at and handed
Hope When I regained my consciousness, the first thing i heard was a furious voice rapidly yelling at someone. As my eyes opened and my gaze flickered around my surroundings, i realized i was on an exam table in what appeared to be a clinic. Damian’s back was to me, and he was interrogating the doctor standing in front of him. “Damian,” I murmured weakly. He spun around immediately and hurried over to where i lay. “Are you all right?” His hands swept over my body even as his eyes bored intensely into mine . “Are you in pain?” I tried to smile, but i felt shaky. The doctor moved in front of Damian and held a cup towards me. “Drink this, Hope. Your blood sugar is too low, but I think some juice will set you to rights.” Damian took the juice then curled an arm underneath my neck to help me sit up. He held the cup to my lips as i cautiously sipped at the sweet liquid. “When was the last time you ate, Miss Hope?” The doctor pinned me with an inquiring stare, and i felt my cheeks w