Greek Billionaire's Uncontrollable Attraction (The Rosso Family Series Book 3) by Leslie North Page A

the NYPD. He and my dad worked together.”
    She glanced at him. “You’re father’s a policeman?”
    “Retired after nine-eleven,” Callum said. He knew he sounded terse—hell, he even felt terse with his shoulders knotted up around his ears somewhere.
    Stan gave a nod and sat down again. His mom had obviously served up a late dinner and remnants of it littered the table, along with two empty bottles of wine. Tension crackled in the room, but Callum was at a loss about what to do. Was this two old friends having dinner, or something else? Did he even want to know?
    Stepping in, Eva took over. She asked about the antique furniture and the photos. She accepted an offer of wine and sat down. She was soon laughing and talking as if she’d known his mom—and Stan—for years. Callum wasn’t sure how she did it, but she smoothed over any awkwardness as if it didn’t exist, swapping stories about Greece for stories about his dad on the police force.
    After forty minutes—Callum timed it on his watch—Eva stood. “Callum has to get me checked into my hotel. And I should let you finish your evening. Besides, our driver is probably tired of waiting.”
    Stan swapped a stare with Callum’s mom. “Driver is it?”
    Eva stood and tucked her arm into Callum’s. “My brother insisted on hiring a car while I’m here. And I don’t think Callum wants me trying the subway.”
    “Hell no,” Callum muttered. His mom stood so he kissed her cheek, waved to Stan and headed for the door.
    Before he made it, his mom called out, “Let’s meet for breakfast. We should show Eva around a little.”
    “That would be lovely,” Eva said. “Nine at the Waldorf?”
    Callum closed his eyes and opened them again. He couldn’t breathe. He had to get out of there. Once outside, he leaned against the wall and looked at Eva. “Breakfast? Seriously?”
    She smiled. “It won’t be so bad.”
    Callum choked out a laugh. “No, more like barely passable. Come on. I need to get you to the hotel.”
    They headed down to the car. Eva slipped inside and Callum followed her, his head still spinning. What was up with his parents? Was it any of his business? And now he had breakfast plans. He could only hope Stan wouldn’t be able to make it.
    The city slipped past and he barely notice. The limo pulled up in front of the Waldorf Astoria, with its art deco grandeur and gilt sign. A doorman opened the door for him, and Callum realized he was getting a little too comfortable with people looking after him. He needed to get back to his own life—but not right now. Not tonight.
    He headed inside, and he let Eva take the lead. Her brother had made the reservations, after all. The lobby offered up a ton of marble, a bronze clock, and everything screamed money, Callum thought. Not just a bellhop, but the hotel manager came out to greet them and show them up to their rooms. Callum drifted along behind Eva, feeling more like an accessory to her—one of her bags maybe.
    Upstairs, deep carpets greeted them. The noise of the city faded away and the hotel manger unlocked their rooms and gave them keys. Callum headed into his room and switched on the light.
    More thick carpets and thicker drapes. The room came with a sitting room, bedroom, and a bath that could have served as someone’s apartment. The décor looked expensive and tasteful—beige walls, rich reds and golds for the overstuffed chairs, sofa and the drapes, a lot of polished wood for the furniture, and gilt-framed art on the wall. Real art, not just cheap copies of stuff. The sitting room even had a fireplace, and Callum felt more than lost.
    His mom had turned his world upside down—no, make that his mom and his dad, since they both seemed in on the changes they’d made. He was actually missing Athens and Greece—it was cold as hell in New York this time of year, and he hadn’t dressed for it. Jet lag was eating at him and he stood with his hands in his pockets and loneliness washing over