Page 118 of Love Among the Ruins
Together?She felt physically weak.
A room. A bed.
With Dominic in both?
Her heart bumped around in her chest, the shock frying her nerves. She couldn’t look at him a moment longer, otherwise she would be no better than Miranda, revealing her growing infatuation to him so clearly. “I had forgotten about that.”
She had.
For all the freaking out about the wedding, she’d been so worried about looking out of place that she had completely lost sight of the more fundamental issues; that they were supposed to be a couple.
Which meant they would have to be together.
And pretend to be in love.
And share a room.
And a bed.
And … her stomach turned queasy, as if she’d eaten bad prawn saganaki.
Dominic sat back. “I sensed it might be awkward for us to stay together in a hotel room for two nights …”
Sweat stuck to her underarms and clung to the back of her neck. She was uneasy, and sick, and worried.
“Don’t worry. I’ve take care of it,” he answered smoothly.
“Oh.” What did that mean? She had no idea of where she was going, what the order of events was. She didn’t even know what time the wedding was.
The being a couple and staying together the entire weekend—night and day—clouded every brain cell she possessed.
She needed to get out of his office.Now.“Thank you,” she managed to say. There were more questions, obstacles and problems brewing. It was so much more complicated than she’d at first contemplated. This was going to be nothing like staying in a hotel room with her friends.
This was going to be torture. She got up and like a robot managed to put one foot in front of the other enough times to make it to the door.
“Eleni?”
Her insides were still in free fall and any moment now she expected them to fall to the floor.
“You’ve forgotten your plane ticket.”
Miraculously, she managed to make it back to his desk to retrieve the ticket, without having a full-blown panic attack.
“Are you okay?” Dominic’s eyes flashed with concern. She raised a hand to her forehead, knowing that she looked like the picture of someone who was coming down with a sickness, a fever, the bubonic plague.
“I’m fine. I’m … excited…”
So excited that it had sent her into shock.
She was anything but fine.
* * *
DOMINIC
Two nights in Santorini with a woman he could not stop thinking about.
A woman who was still pining for her dead boyfriend.
At least now he had another reason to distance himself.
But he had to stop thinking of her. Fat chance, given that they would be spending a weekend together.
They would be staying at the family residence in Santorini. He’d been about to tell her but she’d weirded out before his eyes and he was worried this news might tip her over the edge.
Staying at the family villa, a place so big that he and Eleni wouldn’t cross paths easily, was the perfect solution.
If Eleni was freaking out about this trip, he was faring no better. The things he put himself through for Galatis and the goddamn deal.
He couldn’t wait for the wedding to be over and done with.
