RELUCTANT WIFE 13

Alexis was still watching her, that strange look on his face. ‘Didn’t I tell you, your clothes arrived about an hour ago. I came up, but you were asleep.’ He didn’t want to say, I couldn’t bear to wake you, you looked so peaceful, so I just watched you, and I imagined . . .

She smiled. ‘In that case I’d like to walk around the national gardens, then maybe walk through the fleamarket. We can eat in the plaka. If that’s all to your liking.’

Grabbing her chin, he frowned slightly. ‘You’re up to something. I know when you’re up to something, Carrie. You never agree without a fight.’

Her smile broadened as she shook her head and locks of white gold hair cascaded around his fingers. ‘I’m just enjoying myself. I have to make the most of a . . .’

‘A bad situation,’ he broke in, watching the colour of her eyes change with mood and thought.

‘A promise,’ she replied softly. ‘Now if we are to stroll aroimd the gardens, we must go soon. I believe you 11 have to practise the art of wooing me amongs