Eyes wide and green and feverish against the hectically flushed oval of her face, she nodded confirmation. ‘Does it matter?’
Oh, yes. It matters to me, moraki mou,’ Alexei told her in Greek. ‘A more honourable man would walk away, because I’m not making you any promises.’
‘I know that.’ Billie was quick to dispel any suggestion that she had such expectations, yet the denial was like a stab at her heart.
Simmering golden eyes fringed by inky black lashes assailed her. ‘But, for what it’s worth, I feel more of a connection with you than I have ever felt with a woman. Somehow we fit, khriso mou. I respect you. I like you. Everything feels natural with you, nothing forced or false.’
‘It’s just all the emotion of the last few days,’ Billie protested, fearful of allowing herself to believe t
