AmayaWhen I came through the door, I was greeted by the smell of pizza.“Mmm.” I closed my eyes and followed my nose, right to a pair of pizza boxes sitting on the counter in the kitchen. I couldn’t see Kristo anywhere, but I didn’t care. I was just home from a long day of work, and I needed something to eat and preferably something with alcohol in it to wash it down as well. I grabbed a slice and went for the fridge, pulling it open and examining everything inside. I couldn’t see anything I recognized, but I grabbed a bottle of beer with a label I didn’t know the origin of and popped it open. I didn’t really care. As long as I had something to take the edge off this day, I would be happy.I shut the fridge and practically jumped out of my skin when I saw Kristo standing there. He was in nothing but a pair of boxers and a threadbare old shirt, fresh from the shower, hair a mess and somehow looking younger than he normally did.“Hey.” He nodded to me, grinning at the beer in my hand.
Amaya“What about food?” I asked, gesturing down to the box in front of us. “I’m assuming pizza isn’t your favorite.”“Nope, but it might actually come pretty close,” he admitted with a grin. “Uh, I don’t know. I don’t want to be stereotypical, but when I visit back home I always get gyros, so that has to be up there.”“Any food you hate?” I continued interestedly, even though it wasn’t my turn to ask a question.“Oranges,” he replied at once. “And I’m allergic to shellfish, so I guess them as well.”“That sucks.” I cocked my head at him. “I thought all fancy people ate oysters all the time.”“It’s more a problem for my dad’s side of the family,” he replied. “Not being able to eat shellfish is pretty much treason against Greece in their eyes.”I laughed. I was surprised at how easy he was to talk to, how much I enjoyed the conversation as it flowed between us comfortably.“And you drink German beer as well.” I held up the bottle I was sipping from. “So basically, you’re a traitor.”“B
Kristo“You really want to drive this thing?” I grimaced as I looked the car up and down. She nodded, and I could tell from the look on her face that there was going to be no arguing with her.“We could get my car out of the garage and take that for the drive instead,” I suggested again, hoping she would take me up on it. We were already walking into a minefield, and the last thing I wanted was for my dad to be able to jump down my throat about arriving in such a shaky old thing.“I haven’t had a chance to drive myself anywhere in days,” she replied. “We’re taking my car.”“Should have left this thing in parking,” I muttered as I climbed in.“What?”“Nothing,” I replied. I didn’t want to rile her up, not today of all days, when I needed her firmly on my side. “Come on, let’s get going. I don’t want to be late.”She pulled out of the garage, and I leaned back in the seat and tried to relax. It was nice of her to offer to drive, but I wanted to be the one in control today. I wanted to b
Kristo“It’s lovely to meet you, Mr. Balaban,” Amaya offered at last, and he leaned back and surveyed her like she was a piece of property he was thinking of investing in.“So, you’re the wife, I suppose.” He shot a look in my direction.“Yes, that’s me,” she replied perkily, and I could tell from the set of her jaw that she’d decided she was going to make a good impression no matter what. He picked up the menu and glanced over it as a waiter approached, looking up as he arrived at the table. He ordered for all of us as he was wont to do, and Amaya shot me a “seriously?” look that almost made me laugh.“So, Amaya, what is it exactly you do?” My new stepmother, whose name I couldn’t for the life of me recall, smiled at Amaya.“I’m a librarian,” she replied. “I work at the university library up on Main. What about you?”“Oh, I retired a long time ago.” The woman shot an adoring look at my father. “I used to be a model, but then I met Leo, and that all changed.”“A model?” Amaya leaned i
Amaya“Are you sure you’re all right?” I asked, for what felt like the thousandth time since we’d left the restaurant.“I’m fine,” Kristo assured me, but he had barely spoken a word to me since we’d left a few hours before. What was going on with him? Had I managed to piss him off in some way? Had I done something wrong? I felt like it had gone well, as well as could be expected, yet he was sitting there, hands on the wheel and gaze fixed dead ahead, looking as though someone had jammed a ramrod up his ass.“I liked your dad.” I tried to change tack. “And his wife. They seemed nice.”“Yeah, well, don’t get used to her,” Kristo remarked. “They’ll probably be broken up before we are.”“They seemed to really like each other,” I offered, but he didn’t respond. I sank back into the seat. I was already tired from the day we’d had, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to spend the rest of the evening trying to coax conversation out of him if he didn’t want to give it to me.We arrived back at th
Amaya“What are you doing?” Kristo asked, eyeing me from behind the breakfast bar where he was sipping on a beer. I shrugged.“I saw all this art, and I thought it was a shame not to hang it,” I replied casually. I half-expected him to tell me off for getting my hands all over his stuff, but he just shrugged.“Fair enough.”I continued around the apartment until I had decided exactly what was going to go where. After the last few weeks, it was good to do something that was so totally practical, so hands-on. When I was done, I headed back through to the kitchen and stood in front of him.“I need to borrow your toolbox,” I announced, and he cocked his head at me.“And what makes you think I’d have a toolbox?” he remarked, the flicker of a smile passing over his face. I rolled my eyes.“Because you’re a modern man who can handle his own shit?” I remarked, and he got to his feet with a slight sigh and headed through to the spare room.“I might have one that my stepmom gave me years ago fo
Kristo“Fuck,” I muttered to myself as I yanked down the door at the side of the van. Could they have made this thing any harder to use if they’d set out especially to do so?“You all right there?” Amaya called to me as she wheeled her sister out of the home and toward the van I was trying to beat into submission. I nodded.“Yeah, it’ll be fine,” I assured her, kicking the ramp to make sure it wasn’t going to give out beneath her sister. “You ready?”“Yup,” Jolene called back to him, and she had a grin on her face that threatened to split it in two. I couldn’t help but smile back. I was supposed to be meeting with my family today, but I had begged off dinner with them once I realized it had been a couple of weeks, and I still hadn’t fulfilled my promise to take Jolene out for a day with the two of us. Amaya had been nervous, but she had agreed, and I was already looking forward to getting out of the city for a while. It had been a long week at work, and I hadn’t had a chance to see a
Kristo“Sorry, but we have to get you back.” Amaya squeezed Jolene’s hand and then got to her feet. “Come on, let’s get you back to the van.”“Fine, but you’re totally bringing me back here for the food festival,” she replied as we started on the way back to the van. We loaded her chair into the van and started on the way home, except this time, Amaya drove, and I sat in the back and chatted to Jolene. And damn, if she wasn’t about the most charming teenager I’d ever met. Sure, she was still young and had plenty of time to grow into her obnoxiousness, but she was smart and sharp and wasn’t afraid to jibe me, just like her sister.When we arrived back at the home, we helped her out of the van and took her back up to her room. I gave them some privacy to say goodbye but not before Jolene had insisted we come back again in a week’s time to go for another outing.“You have great taste in food.” She grinned at me. “More adventurous than her, at least.”“I’ll bear that in mind,” I replied,
KristoI went to the window and stretched, running my hand through my hair and grinning. I couldn’t believe we were actually in Greece. We were supposed to be arriving right about now, but I couldn’t wait that long to get her alone and was glad I’d incurred the extra expense to fly us out here at the last minute. It was worth it, so we could just be together after the hectic chaos of the wedding.I had called Cleo when we’d arrived, and she’d told me everyone had an amazing time. Nonna had a little too much to drink that night and had held court with stories about her young adulthood in Greece. Everyone had found it hilarious. And it seemed like Cleo and Darla were officially together, judging by the fact that I could hear Amaya’s friend in the background of the call long after they’d gone to bed.Amaya wasn’t awake yet, and I was glad for that. I still needed a little time to come to terms with the fact that I was actually married to the woman fast asleep in the bed behind me. My rin
AmayaOnce I had changed into something more party-worthy, the reception began, and at last, I could really relax and enjoy myself. Jolene and I spent a good hour dancing together before Kristo cut in to get his hands on me, holding me close and swaying with me as the band played a slow song. He kissed my neck softly, and I felt that burning desire for my husband pick up intensity. I couldn’t wait to get him alone, but we weren’t leaving for our honeymoon to Greece until the next day, so I had a while to wait yet.The food was amazing. There was even baklava, which Nonna had insisted on making herself. It wasn’t quite as good as Kristo’s, but I didn’t say a word of that to her. She would never let me hear the end of it. I ate and drank nonalcoholic cocktails, danced, and watched my guests do the same. I couldn’t believe how perfect this was. Darla and Cleo spent the night basically glued to each other’s sides, and I couldn’t help but coo internally over how cute they were.When I fina
AmayaI couldn’t even put into words how nervous I’d been that entire morning. My mind was taken up with questions about whether everything was going to go right. In my head, I was certain something was going to happen, that Kristo’s dad was going to squirm out of it at the last second and let us down, that the flowers weren’t going to arrive, that the dress wasn’t going to fit, that something was going to throw off this whole perfect day we had put so much time and effort into putting together.Then, I was sitting there in the room they had set up for me to get ready in, and I was staring at myself in the mirror, wearing the dress I had fallen in love with from the moment I’d laid eyes on it the week before. Jolene had picked well. She knew blue was my favorite color, and when I had slipped into the dress, even though it barely fit, I’d known this was the one for me. Sitting in front of the mirror, it was hard to believe this was really me, and this was really happening. How long had
KristoDarla, who had stepped in last-minute as a bridesmaid, followed her a minute later. She was wearing a dress in a delicate mint shade, and I could feel Cleo shift next to me when she emerged from the house.“Easy, tiger,” I murmured to her, and she nudged me playfully and straightened up again. I had a smile on my face, and I was beginning to relax. Then, I saw my bride walking toward me down the aisle, and I could hardly keep the tension out of my body.She looked incredible. No doubt about that. She’d told me she had only really looked at one dress, and I could see why. She looked unbelievable in it. It was cut to just below her knees, a flowing skirt that faded from cream to a pale blue color. The bodice hugged her body perfectly, and she was wearing the sweetest veil that covered her face as she made her way toward me. Even through the fabric, I could see the huge smile on her face, as though she couldn’t believe this was really happening. I knew exactly how she felt.It see
KristoI stared at myself in the mirror, wearing the tuxedo Amaya had picked out for me. I had seen myself in it before, of course, in the hurried fitting earlier in the week, but I felt as though I was looking at myself in it for the very first time. I stared at myself in the mirror for a long moment and pressed my lips together. Why the fuck was I even nervous? I had done this all before with Amaya. And yet, here I was on my wedding day, scared a little bit shitless.There was a knock at the door, and I spun around at once. In my head, I was sure that somehow this was all going to go wrong, that Amaya was going to back out of it before I got her up the aisle, that the speed this had all happened was going to scare her off in the end. Instead, my lawyer entered, and I rolled my eyes.“What is it?” I demanded. He stood there in the door wringing his hands with a panicked look on his face and wearing a slightly rumpled suit.“I just wanted to let you know there’s still time to get a pr
AmayaBefore he could say a word more to me, I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. He tasted so good, even better than normal, the sweetness of the gel lingering on his body. I could taste that hint of vanilla, just a touch, making him taste like the pastry he had spent all day baking. Guiding him as far into my mouth as I could manage, I wrapped my hand around his base and began to stroke him, taking him deep into my mouth and listening to those appreciative little noises he kept on coming out with. I slipped a hand around his thigh, gripping him tightly, letting him know I would have made him come right here and now if he wanted to. I sank my nails into his skin, wanting to leave marks on his body, to remind him who he belonged to and who belonged to him.I wasn’t sure how long I was there on my knees in front of him, the water running over my body and down my back. I could have stayed there all day, but after a while, it became clear he didn’t want to come like that. He want
AmayaWhen I arrived back at the house, I caught the scent of heaven floating through the room at once. I closed my eyes as I stepped through the door, inhaling deeply—cinnamon, sweetness, a little sharpness. Whatever it was, even if it made me sick, I had to have it right there and then.“Hey, where are you guys?” I called into the house, looking around for Jolene or her nurse. She had arrived today, and Kristo had offered to help her settle in, which I was glad for, as I wanted to get as far ahead on my work at the library as I possibly could before the baby came along.“In the kitchen,” Jolene called back, and I crossed the room to the kitchen. All three of them were there, and Kristo was carefully cutting up some pastries that were still in a steaming-hot pan.“We made baklava!” Jolene exclaimed excitedly, pointing to the pan Kristo was maneuvering his knife around.“I can see that.” I inhaled deeply again and smiled my greeting at Pamela. “And what exactly is that?”“It’s a Greek
KristoI took a deep breath, planted my hands on the desk, and tried to center myself. There was no point getting upset about this. At the end of the day, either he was going to make the effort and come to my wedding or he wasn’t, and there was very little I could do to change his mind if he didn’t want to. Short of flying out to Greece and dragging him by his collar back to Nonna’s house to be there for the ceremony, if he wanted to skip it, he would. And I had a feeling he was going to. Amaya wouldn’t want this to be a stressful time for me. She wanted our wedding to be full of joy, peace, happiness, not me yelling into a phone to my father from half a globe away.I focused on the voices outside the room. Well, they weren’t saying anything, but they were laughing, and that was enough to get me feeling a little better. After a slight delay, Jolene’s nurse Pamela had arrived this morning, and the two of them were getting to know each other. I had offered to stay at home that day to wo
Kristo“Malaka,” I muttered to myself, forgetting for a moment that my dad was the one on the other end of the line, and he could well understand I had just called him an—“Did you just call me an asshole?” he snapped at me. I rolled my eyes, tempted to point out that the word didn’t have a specific English translation, but playing the smart-ass was only going to land me in a heap more trouble. As if it wasn’t bad enough as it was.“No,” I lied swiftly. “Look, are you sure you can’t get back sooner than that? You need to be here, Dad. It’s my wedding.”“I know,” he replied tersely. “You think I don’t know that? I’m as annoyed about it as you are.”“Then why won’t you just make the effort and actually come back home?” I pointed out. “This is ridiculous, Dad. Even you must be able to see that.”“I didn’t plan it this way,” he snapped back, but I didn’t believe him. I knew my dad well enough to know he had everything in his life carefully planned out. If he was stuck in Greece right now,