the dark-haired, golden-eyed man moving closer to her.
“Talk to me, Landi. Yell, scream, whatever, just talk to me, please.”
Crossing her arms, she arched a brow tapped out a cadence on her hardwood floor with her foot.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
She bit the inside of her lip. He looked even better than he had in Greece. Landi wanted to touch him, feel his hard body against hers, and indulge in what his touch would bring.
“Look at me, Landi,” he ordered in a sensual tone.
Smoothing a bland expression on her face, she did. From his shoes up to his head. Her eyes lingered on the stem he held full of moth orchid blooms. Pink moth orchid blooms.
If she weren’t so damn furious at him, this would be on hell of a gesture. It still was regardless of the extent of her anger. Gritting her teeth, Landi forced back her tender feelings. He had to understand what pain his actions had brought her. She didn’t want him to think she could be treated like that.
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And yet, what harm could come from letting him talk? For many months she’d wanted to know why he’d not shown up. Landi had never thought she’d be jilted at the altar.
“So talk,” she bit off. She stopped her foot and sent him one of her chilliest stares.
Dimitri couldn’t believe it. She was willing to listen. Well, maybe not totally listen, but he had a shot. Tightening his hold on the orchid, he gazed at her.
She wore a fitted medium-gray pantsuit with light-pink accents.
Pink and gold dangle earrings hung from her ears, and its matching pendant settled below the column of her throat.
Her thick, wavy hair was back in a tight chignon, emphasizing her high cheekbones and amazing eyes. Those eyes, which were currently angry and full of mistrust, were no less powerful than they’d ever been.
How did one begin to explain?
“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Newsflash, you did. But hey, how the hell should I feel when you leave me at the altar? No message. No nothing !” she yelled.
“I know and I’m sorry.”
One perfect brow arched. “You’re sorry? You’re sorry?! You never struck me as a stupid man, Dimitri. I know you weren’t thinking those two words would make everything okay!”
“Can we sit down?”
He watched her eyes narrow before she huffed and strode to her kitchen. Despite his desire to get her to hear him out, a smile crossed his face as he watched her walk away.
Landi could bring a room to a halt just by walking in. To top it off, she never seemed to care. He shoved back his lust and followed her into the kitchen. He groaned as he watched her bending over in the fridge. Clenching his fists so he didn’t touch her, he stood behind one of the chairs. Her expression hadn’t changed when she faced him again.
She held a container of yogurt and reached for a spoon. Nothing was offered to him.
“I’m still waiting,” her snide comment rang and she took a spoonful of her key lime pie yogurt.
“I wanted to be there. Jesus, Landi, I wanted to marry you that day so badly.”
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“Oh, it showed. Truly.” There was no warmth in her gaze or tone.
He ran a hand through his hair. “Regardless of how it looked, I’m not lying.”
Landi placed her spoon in the yogurt container. “How it looked.
Well, let me tell you, it looked like I was jilted.” She licked her lips, an action that sent a volt of desire through him. “And, apparently, I was.”
She got up from the table and rinsed out the empty container before putting it in a recycling bin.
Dimitri took a deep breath. Everyone had told him he should have told her what had happened, but he hadn’t.
“My brother, Khristos, his helicopter went down, and he along with his whole crew died.”
Landi turned slowly, some of the anger in her stare replaced with shock. “What did you say?” she questioned quietly.
“I said, my brother lost his life that day and I flew home to be with my parents.”
Dimitri watched her face.
“Talk to me, Landi. Yell, scream, whatever, just talk to me, please.”
Crossing her arms, she arched a brow tapped out a cadence on her hardwood floor with her foot.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
She bit the inside of her lip. He looked even better than he had in Greece. Landi wanted to touch him, feel his hard body against hers, and indulge in what his touch would bring.
“Look at me, Landi,” he ordered in a sensual tone.
Smoothing a bland expression on her face, she did. From his shoes up to his head. Her eyes lingered on the stem he held full of moth orchid blooms. Pink moth orchid blooms.
If she weren’t so damn furious at him, this would be on hell of a gesture. It still was regardless of the extent of her anger. Gritting her teeth, Landi forced back her tender feelings. He had to understand what pain his actions had brought her. She didn’t want him to think she could be treated like that.
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Aliyah Burke
And yet, what harm could come from letting him talk? For many months she’d wanted to know why he’d not shown up. Landi had never thought she’d be jilted at the altar.
“So talk,” she bit off. She stopped her foot and sent him one of her chilliest stares.
Dimitri couldn’t believe it. She was willing to listen. Well, maybe not totally listen, but he had a shot. Tightening his hold on the orchid, he gazed at her.
She wore a fitted medium-gray pantsuit with light-pink accents.
Pink and gold dangle earrings hung from her ears, and its matching pendant settled below the column of her throat.
Her thick, wavy hair was back in a tight chignon, emphasizing her high cheekbones and amazing eyes. Those eyes, which were currently angry and full of mistrust, were no less powerful than they’d ever been.
How did one begin to explain?
“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Newsflash, you did. But hey, how the hell should I feel when you leave me at the altar? No message. No nothing !” she yelled.
“I know and I’m sorry.”
One perfect brow arched. “You’re sorry? You’re sorry?! You never struck me as a stupid man, Dimitri. I know you weren’t thinking those two words would make everything okay!”
“Can we sit down?”
He watched her eyes narrow before she huffed and strode to her kitchen. Despite his desire to get her to hear him out, a smile crossed his face as he watched her walk away.
Landi could bring a room to a halt just by walking in. To top it off, she never seemed to care. He shoved back his lust and followed her into the kitchen. He groaned as he watched her bending over in the fridge. Clenching his fists so he didn’t touch her, he stood behind one of the chairs. Her expression hadn’t changed when she faced him again.
She held a container of yogurt and reached for a spoon. Nothing was offered to him.
“I’m still waiting,” her snide comment rang and she took a spoonful of her key lime pie yogurt.
“I wanted to be there. Jesus, Landi, I wanted to marry you that day so badly.”
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“Oh, it showed. Truly.” There was no warmth in her gaze or tone.
He ran a hand through his hair. “Regardless of how it looked, I’m not lying.”
Landi placed her spoon in the yogurt container. “How it looked.
Well, let me tell you, it looked like I was jilted.” She licked her lips, an action that sent a volt of desire through him. “And, apparently, I was.”
She got up from the table and rinsed out the empty container before putting it in a recycling bin.
Dimitri took a deep breath. Everyone had told him he should have told her what had happened, but he hadn’t.
“My brother, Khristos, his helicopter went down, and he along with his whole crew died.”
Landi turned slowly, some of the anger in her stare replaced with shock. “What did you say?” she questioned quietly.
“I said, my brother lost his life that day and I flew home to be with my parents.”
Dimitri watched her face.
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