Striking ebony brows accentuating his frown, Giannis lowered her with great care to the floor. But when she tried to stand upright her head started swimming again, and she had to grab at his sleeve to correct her balance.
‘All talk and no action,’ Giannis censured, scooping her off her feet again. ‘Let me do what I do best.’
Maddie was belatedly conscious that other people were around: Nemos and his men, and medical staff. Just about everybody seemed to be staring at them. ‘Like bossing people around?’ she quipped.
The forbidding tension in his lean bronzed features eased, and he laughed in appreciation. He bent his arrogant dark head and whispered with husky mockery, ‘I do a lot of things better than other people, glikia mou.’
‘Showing off?’ Regardless of their audience, she was insanely tempted to wrap her arms round him and hug him tight. She wanted to trap the moment and the memory, so that she could take it out some time in the future, when he was no longer around.
He had taught her how vulnerable she could be. In leaving London she had done what she’d believed was best in a bad situation. But there had not been a day in the intervening weeks when she had not thought of him, missed him, and longed for even just five minutes back in his energising company.
Giannis settled Maddie down on an examination couch in a plush office, and turned to address the consultant gynaecologist who had evidently been awaiting their arrival.
Having banished Giannis, Maddie answered loads of questions. While she was being examined she confided that she thought there was nothing wrong with her aside of tiredness and hunger.
‘I can hear two heartbeats,’ the consultant told her quietly. ‘I’m almost certain you’re carrying twins.’
Maddie sucked in a startled breath and then, thinking of her lost twin, Suzy, she slowly began to smile.
Giannis was pacing outside the room when she reappeared, seated in a wheelchair. ‘They won’t let me walk either. I’ll be finished as soon as I have a scan,’ she told him apologetically. ‘You know…I’m fine.’
‘No, I don’t know it. That’s for the medics to say. I’d like to be present for the scan.’
Maddie acquiesced, because she was feeling a little intimidated by the level of attention she was receiving, not to mention her swanky surroundings. From the minute the doctor urged her to watch the monitor, however, she was entranced by the astonishingly clear images in 3D, delivered by the state-of-the-art ultrasound equipment.
‘That’s a baby…’ Giannis whispered in stark amazement. He had expected to see very little that was recognizable, and certainly not a tiny face.
‘Oh, he’s so…so beautiful,’ Maddie framed chokily.
Giannis closed a hand over hers. ‘Are we having a boy?’
‘Do you want to know?’
‘Yes, I think I’d like to,’ Maddie confessed.
‘This one is a boy…’
‘You can tell even at this stage?’ Giannis was studying the monitor in awe. ‘So we are to have a boy. But what did you mean when you said “this one”?’
‘I’m having twins,’ Maddie told him, suddenly appreciating that she had yet to share that information with him, and feeling sad that she had imposed that division between them.
‘It’s a little difficult to be sure with the babies in this position, but I’m almost certain the other is a girl,’ the consultant added.
‘Theos mou…twins.’ Giannis was stunned, and his lean, shapely hand tightened on hers, his thumb and forefinger gently massaging her wrist. As spellbound as she was, his attention was held by the brilliant clarity of the images.
‘Are they healthy?’ Maddie pressed anxiously.
The reassurance she received eased her instinctive concern. She was urged to stop worrying, eat more, and get plenty of sleep.
Giannis tucked her back into the wheelchair with great care. He was in a daze. Two children—his son and daughter—his blood. He was astonished by his sense of satisfaction and his even stronger sense of anticipation. He had always believed that he did not care whether he had children or not. But the instant those tiny faces had appeared on the screen something very fundamental had changed in him. Out of his wondering pride had grown a fierce feeling of protectiveness towards Maddie and the babies she carried.
‘I’ll take you home now. You can eat, just like the doctor ordered, and then rest.’
As Giannis spoke, the limousine pulled away from the rear entrance of the clinic where it had picked them up. She stared out at the camera-wielding paparazzi, pelting in mad frustrated flight round the corner, having realised too late that they had missed their quarry’s exit from the clinic.
‘My City apartment isn’t far from here.’
Her luggage from the bed-and-breakfast place where she had been staying in Reading was waiting for her when she wakened. Dressed in casual chino pants with a stretchy waist-band and a green T-shirt, she had just finished eating her breakfast when someone knocked on the door. Assuming it was Room Service, coming back to clear the table, Maddie opened the door without making use of the spyhole.
‘I see you know who I am. May I come in?’ Krista Spyridou asked.
Maddie went white, and then red with discomfiture. It was Krista who closed the door and strolled gracefully across to a chair to make herself at home. Maddie could not take her eyes off the other woman. With her fabulous platinum blonde hair falling round her narrow shoulders like a silk curtain, and her turquoise eyes slashing a bright slice of colour in her flawless face, Krista’s glowing perfection took Maddie’s breath away.
‘I can see you’re embarrassed,’ Krista remarked with enviable poise. ‘But there’s really no need to be. I have the solution to all our problems.’
Aghast at the descent of a woman whom she knew she had wounded, Maddie hovered in the centre of the carpet. ‘I don’t know what to say to you. You must hate me.’