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

brought in, he has no work to go back to even if he does recover.
    “I’ve discovered that several of the older patients are afraid they won’t get their jobs back if their disease goes into remission. So I was thinking maybe in my off hours I could set up a service to help those patients find a job.”
    “A service?” One dark brow lifted. “Have you discussed this with Yiannis?”
    “Oh no. This would be something I’d do on my own. But I wanted to see what you thought about it.”
    He put the
moussaka
in the oven. “It’s a very worthy project. Maybe even a tough one, but you’re free to do whatever you want in your spare time. Surely you know that.”
    “So you wouldn’t disapprove?”
    Vasso frowned. “Why would you even ask that question?”
    She carefully peeled the skins off the roasted peppers. “Because the people I approach will ask what I do for a living and your foundation will come up. You’re a modest man. I don’t want to do anything you wouldn’t like.”
    He lounged against the counter while she prepared the peppers to cook with olive oil, feta cheese and garlic. “You couldn’t do anything I wouldn’t like.”
    Her gaze shot to his. His compelling mouth was only inches away. She could hardly breathe with him this close to her in the tiny kitchen. “You shouldn’t have said that. I’m full of flaws.”
    His lazy smile gave her heart a workout. “Shall we compare?”
    “You don’t have any!”
    “Then I’ll have to break down and reveal a big one.”
    “Which is?”
    “This!” He brushed her mouth with his lips. “When a beautiful woman is standing this close to me, I can’t resist getting closer.” He kissed her again, more warmly this time.
    “Vasso
—
” She blushed.
    “I told you I had a flaw.”
    She turned from him to put the peppers in the oven. When she stood up, he was right there so she couldn’t move unless he stepped away. “I’d like to spend the day with you tomorrow. We’ll tour the island and go swimming on a beach with fascinating seashells. What do you say?”
    He could probably hear her heart pounding. She’d promised herself that after today, she wouldn’t see him again unless it was for professional reasons. Thank heaven she had a legitimate excuse to turn him down.
    “Thank you, Vasso. That’s very sweet of you, but I can’t. I’m going to Corfu in the morning with Olympia.”
    Those black eyes traveled over her features as if gauging her veracity. “I might have known you’d strike up a friendship with her. She worked in the food services industry before coming to us.”
    Zoe nodded. “We have that and more in common.”
    He took a deep breath and moved away. “I’m sad for me, but glad for you to be making friends so fast.”
    “I found out she bikes with her husband. So they’re going to lend me one of their bikes and we’ll take rides around the island after work and on our free weekends.” She’d added that to let him know her calendar was full.
    Another long silence followed, forcing her to keep talking. “Everyone here has been so friendly. I already feel at home here. After moving heaven and earth for me, your job is done. You don’t have to worry about me anymore.”
    Still no response. Needing to do something physical, she set the little breakfast table. After making coffee, she invited him to sit down while she served him dinner. When he still didn’t say anything, she rushed to fill the void.
    “I’ll never forget the gift you gave me today. Seeing the city of my ancestors meant more to me than you will ever know.”
    “It was a memorable day for me, too,” he murmured. “I want to spend more days like this with you, Zoe. I’d love to go biking with you.”
    “Between our busy schedules, that could prove difficult.” She put the
moussaka
on the table and stood at his side to serve him a plate of peppers. “Tell me what you think about Florina’s most famous vegetable.”
    He took one bite then another and