A Wedding For The Greek Tycoon (Greek Billionaires Book 2) by Rebecca Winters

lasted a moment, but the contact sent a bolt of desire through him. She broke the kiss and looked away before they walked on.
    The limo met them at the next street and they got back in. “If you’ve had enough, I’ll tell the driver to run us by a market the Realtor told me was for sale. He tells me there’s a
taverna
nearby where we can try out
burek
. We’ll see if it compares to your mother’s recipe.”
    “I’d love that.”
    Vasso alerted the driver and soon they pulled up in front of a store selling produce. He got out and helped Zoe down. Together they walked inside the busy market. The city was certainly big enough to support one of their stores. But he was curious to know the figures and approached the owner.
    “While I talk to him, take a look around and see if there’s something you want to buy to take back to the apartment.”
    She smiled. “Take as long as you need.”
    Zoe strolled around, eyeing the fruits and vegetables brought in by local farmers. Vasso noticed the customers eyeing her, even the owner who could hardly concentrate when asked a simple question.
    When Vasso had learned what he wanted to know, he went in search of Zoe and found her at the back of the market buying a bag of vegetables.
    “Don’t they sell peppers in Loggos?”
    Her face lit up. “No. These are sweet Florina red peppers. My mother remembered her mother and grandmother cooking these. They aren’t like any other peppers in the world. I have the recipe. When we get back to Loggos, I’ll cook some for you with feta cheese and we’ll see if they live up to their reputation. The eggplant looks good, too.”
    His pulse raced at the thought of going back to Zoe’s apartment. “Then let’s grab a slice of
burek
at the
taverna
two doors down now, and eat a big meal this evening.”
    “That sounds perfect.”
    She hadn’t said no. Their day out wasn’t going to end the second they flew back to Loggos. That was all he cared about.
    After telling the owner he’d be in touch with the Realtor, Vasso carried her bag of precious peppers and eggplant as they walked along the pavement to the outdoor café. He ordered
burek
and Skopsko beer for both of them.
    When she’d eaten a bite, he asked for her opinion.
    “I’m more curious to know what you think, but you have to tell the truth. If you like it better than mine, it won’t hurt my feelings very much.”
    He burst into laughter and ate a mouthful of the pie. Then he ate a few more bites to keep her in suspense. She was waiting for an answer. Those green eyes concentrated solely on him, melting him to the chair. “It’s good. Very good. Yours is better, but I can’t define why it’s different.”
    She leaned forward. “You mean it?”
    Good heavens, she was beautiful. “I don’t lie,
thespinis.
Let’s drink to it.” They touched glasses, but she only drank a little bit of hers while Vasso drained the whole thing. Food had never tasted so good, but that was because he was with her and was filled with the taste of her. He wanted more and suspected she did too otherwise she wouldn’t be talking about their spending the rest of the day together back on Loggos.
    “Excuse me while I freshen up before we leave.”
    Two hours later they arrived back at Zoe’s apartment. While she got busy preparing the peppers, Vasso followed her directions for
moussaka.
“I’m glad you’re staying for dinner, Vasso. There’s something important I want to talk to you about.”
    Vasso darted her a piercing glance. His heart failed him to think she had an agenda. Was that the reason he’d made it over her doorstep tonight, and not because she couldn’t bear to say good-night to him?
    “What is it?”

CHAPTER SEVEN
    “I DIDN ’ T FINISH telling you about one of the patients named Nestor. The poor thing doesn’t think he’s going to get better. He’s depressed, but it isn’t just because he’s undergoing chemo. He lives with the fear that because he was homeless when he was