The Greek Bachelors Collection. Rebecca Winters
that they had just about forgotten about her. ‘That must be some juicy piece of gossip the two of you are sharing!’
The sisters broke out of their huddle and sent her tense glances. ‘Gossip?’ Apollina queried worriedly.
‘I was only teasing you.’
‘Only teasing…’ Desma repeated with an air of relief.
‘Is there something wrong?’ Maddie prompted, for it seemed to her that both young women were rather on edge.
Apollina, the older sister, moved closer. ‘Of course there is nothing wrong. You look wonderful, Maddie.’
‘It’s a fantastic dress.’ Maddie turned and twisted in front of the tall mirror, endeavouring to see herself from every conceivable angle. The beaded lace bodice and narrow sleeves were fitted and stylish. Glorious textured silk fell from below the bust and did a remarkable job of skimming over her tummy. Shimmering pearls had been patiently strung through her hair, and she felt truly glamorous for the first time in her life. A magnificent heart-shaped diamond pendant glittered at her throat. A wedding gift from Giannis, it had been delivered to her over breakfast.
‘It’s not the dress—it is you who looks wonderful,’ Desma corrected. ‘When they see you, everyone will understand why Giannis fell in love with you.’
Maddie’s eyes shadowed. She wandered over to the window and realised that the huge vessel was finally heading towards land, after spending more than twenty-four hours in the open sea. Apollina and Desma were just trying to be kind, she thought ruefully. The sisters probably had no idea that she had barely seen Giannis over the past three weeks. He had slept beside her that one night at Harriston Hall, but he hadn’t touched her, and he had been gone by the time she wakened. In fact they had not made love since Morocco. Recently she had seen him only twice, and then in company. He had held her hand with the sort of awkwardness that suggested he didn’t really know what to do once he had it, and on three separate occasions he had kissed her brow and her cheek as if she was a little old lady or a child. Evidently her sex appeal had headed in much the same direction as her waist, and what was she supposed to do about that?
‘That’s Libos.’ Apollina had joined her by the window. ‘What could be more perfect for a secluded wedding than a private island?’
Having answered the phone, Desma passed the receiver to Maddie.
‘What do you think of your future home?’ Giannis asked.
A thickly wooded green headland ran all the way down to a white beach lapped by sparkling turquoise blue water. Hills studded by tall cypresses surrounded a picturesque village with white houses and a harbour. ‘It’s truly beautiful…It sounds trite, but it’s just like a postcard—the sort you want to walk right into,’ she confided shyly.
‘Go out on deck—you’ll get the best view from there.’
Impervious to her bridesmaids’ lamentations, Maddie went out onto the viewing terrace beyond her stateroom. Her copper curls blew back in the breeze, but she was smiling like mad while Giannis carefully directed her attention to various landmarks and explained that his villa was not visible from the sea.
‘Where are you?’ she prompted.
‘Down at the harbour, having a last drink as a single man. See you in ten minutes, pedhi mou.’
The familiar sound of his dark, deep drawl had banished her anxiety about the future. Libos I docked, and the crew lined up to wish her well before she walked down the gangway. She was enchanted by the beribboned open carriage and two white horses waiting to collect her. The church had a tall tiered bell-tower, and presided in some state over an elegant square that seemed surprisingly large for a small village.
Giannis strode down the steps to help her from the carriage. In a formal suit, with his black hair gleaming in the sunshine, lean bronzed features unusually expressive as he smiled, he was downright irresistible. In the instant before she stepped out she was madly aware of the close scrutiny of his dark golden appraisal.
‘You look incredible.’
‘What do you think of the dress?’
Ignoring the step, Giannis lifted her down, his gaze hot with very masculine appreciation. ‘Very, very sexy,’ he breathed in a roughened undertone.
‘But it doesn’t show anything!’ she whispered in dismay.
‘I’ve got a photographic memory,’ Giannis husked with lazy amusement as he slowly lowered her to the ground.
Only really conscious of Giannis, Maddie was obediently still while her bridesmaids fussed with the short train on her dress and twitched her mane of hair into place. Suddenly she was wondering what she had been worried about and why she had been so tense. Wasn’t she about to marry the guy she loved?
The church was packed with people. There was an audible gasp as they entered. Her bemused attention swept over the colourful frescoes, the masses of flowers and the sombre priest. The rich scent of incense discernible in the still air, the ceremony began. The solemn ritual engaged Maddie from the outset, and when the guests showered the newly married pair with flower petals her heart felt full to overflowing.
Afterwards, the carriage swept them through the village and up a winding wooded road that climbed into the hills. The Petrakos villa was much older than she had expected. Giannis explained that his family’s ties with Libos stretched back more than a century. His acquisition of the island had been much more recent, and designed to protect it from excessive development. Surrounded by superb grounds that ran right down to the beach, the magnificent villa enjoyed glorious views of the sea. Giannis carried his bride over the threshold in true English style, and Maddie was laughing when the first guests arrived.
With Giannis by her side for support, she began to meet his relatives and friends. Names and faces swiftly blurred. The sheer number of guests was overwhelming. Many spoke English, but she resolved to learn some basic Greek as soon as she could. During the lengthy meal she tried not to appear conscious that she was the cynosure of all eyes.
‘Why are so many people staring at me?’ she finally asked Apollonia.
After several glasses of champagne, the youthful brunette was very giggly. ‘How many reasons do you want? Today you became a very influential woman, because you’re the wife of a very powerful and rich man. You also snatched Giannis from Krista at the eleventh hour. The family is hugely curious about you, and probably wondering how much of what they read in the newspaper about you is true!’
‘What newspaper?’ Maddie pressed in bewilderment.
Apollonia clapped a hand to her mouth, aghast. ‘Giannis said you weren’t to be told. Please don’t tell him it was me!’
And with that plea her bridesmaid fled.
Giannis took Maddie on to the dance floor. She tried to hold her curiosity in, and couldn’t. ‘What was in what newspaper about me?’ she asked finally. ‘Was it a British one?’
Giannis stiffened with distaste. ‘Yes. My lawyers are on it—’
‘But what did it say?’
‘Nothing of any consequence.’
‘I insist—’
‘Insisting won’t get you anywhere, pedhi mou,’ Giannis told her squarely. ‘You’re a Petrakos now. The press are beneath your notice.’
‘Don’t talk to me as if I’m a child,’ Maddie argued, only half beneath her breath.
His hard jawline clenched. ‘Then behave like an adult. This is our wedding, and you’re making it obvious that we’re having a disagreement.’
‘I dare say Krista would’ve behaved much better,’ Maddie snapped back.
‘Her behaviour in public is always impeccable,’ Giannis said drily.
Maddie, who had already been feeling bad for making