A Perfect Love: International Billionaires VI: The Greeks by Caro LaFever Page B

he could stop himself, he turned to look.
    A hot pointed dagger of heat struck deep in his belly.
    She was covered. Barely.
    At first glance, the beach coverup appeared conservative, conventional. The thing covered her arms to her wrists and fell to almost mid-thigh. But then she moved and the fabric swung around her hips. White beads, laced along the seams of cloth, tinkled and sparkled.
    The banked fire of need inside him burst into pure lust.
    The coverlet was a woven mesh of tan weaving across her body. Standing still, she appeared decent. Moving, the artifice dropped away. The mesh flashed bare skin in between the trails of lace and beads.
    Pale, ivory skin. Perfect.
    The beads plinked and plunked.
    Craving poured through his blood, hurling any thoughts of business or boys out of his mind altogether.
    Once again, she appeared oblivious to his sexual desire. The connection he hated didn’t seem to extend to her sensing the lust pumping in his blood. Turning her back to him, she eased herself onto the lounge chair without taking off the coverlet. He managed to catch a glimpse of the bathing suit underneath, though.
    Green. As green as her eyes. A bikini. A bathing suit leaving little to his fertile and heated imagination.
    “Come in, Tam!” Isaák’s excited voice cut through the humid air.
    “Come in with us and swim.” Aarōn joined the chorus. Both of them lunged to the side of the pool, big grins on their faces.
    The invitations to their sister were a blatant contrast to the ignoring he’d received. The flashing thought burned inside him along with the lust.
    “In a bit.” She flipped a blond braid over one shoulder and turned to stare across the chairs at him. “I have something I want to discuss with…”
    She stuttered to a stop.
    “Your uncle,” Rafe filled in.
    The boys went silent before the splash of their limbs signaled their retreat.
    Tamsin’s lips firmed and her gaze grew bright. With what? Anger? Curiosity? More likely thinking of wheedling something from him. She’d likely spent this past hour analyzing how much he was worth and what she could extract from him.
    She was out of luck.
    “I want to know.” Pausing, she lowered her voice. “Why you didn’t go to medical school.”
    The question was so unexpected compared to what he’d thought she’d ask, he stilled, completely stunned. He’d been so busy thinking about the twins, the DNA test denied, as well as all the myriad of business problems he’d been forced to address from afar, that her question from yesterday had been forgotten.
    “What has that got to do with anything?” he barked.
    Her shoulders straightened and her jaw tensed. “I want to know.”
    Stark, sharp memories swamped him. The young Tam had appeared so soft and so sweet. Yet there had been a few times, times she’d held firm. A time when she’d chided him for making a joke about something important to her. A time when she’d argued passionately for a new law being fought for in the courts. A time when she’d chastised his sister when Rhouth had teased Rafe about his collection of wounded animals.
    This was important to her.
    Why?
    He scowled, trying to understand what this was all about. “I don’t get it. It was ten years ago. What’s important right now are my nephews and their future. That’s what we should be discussing.”
    She glanced away from his hard glare to stare at the pool and the laughing boys as they threw the ball back and forth. “We’ll get to them soon enough.”
    “Now.” Swiveling in his chair to face her, he clasped his hands in front of him. “I discussed my options with my solicitors this morning.”
    “Solicitors. Plural.” The slurred ending to each of her words gave them a sinister taint.
    “Correct.” He wasn’t sinister. He was claiming what was his. If he needed a phalanx of solicitors to get what he wanted, then that’s what he’d do. “I’ve been advised getting a legal summons for a DNA is doable. Eventually,