“I can’t drop everything and take over Dad’s search just so you and Drakon can have a second honeymoon,” Logan said, her voice sharp on the speakerphone. “Some of us have jobs, Morgan. Some of us must work as we don’t have wealthy husbands to take care of us.”

“Would you like a wealthy husband, Logan?” Drakon said, unable to remain silent in his seat across from Morgan’s on his private jet. They were still on the ground, hadn’t closed the doors, because Morgan had refused to take off until Logan promised she’d help. “You know it can be arranged.”

“No, thank you, Drakon. I am quite capable of taking care of myself,” Logan retorted crisply.

Drakon smiled. “You might actually enjoy a strong Greek husband … almost as much as he’d enjoy managing you.”

“Not going to happen,” Logan snapped. “But if it will help me get off this call, then yes, Morgan, I will be your contact person should something happen while you and Drakon are doing whatever you and Drakon do.”

Drakon arched a brow at Morgan, and Morgan shook her head at him, blushing. “I seriously doubt anything will happen, though. We’re only going to be gone a few days … just for a long weekend—”

“I got it. You’re just gone a few days. Dunamas is doing all the intelligence work and orchestrating the rescue. They’ll call me if they can’t reach you should there be developments.” Logan paused. “Did I forget anything?”

Morgan grimaced. “No. That’s pretty much it.”

“Good. Now go … scram. Enjoy your trip. And try to have fun. Dad’s going to be okay.” Logan’s voice suddenly softened. “I’ll make sure he is, I promise.”

Morgan hung up and looked at Drakon, who had just signaled to his flight crew that they were ready to take off. “Why am I worrying so much?”

His amber gaze met hers. “Because you deliberately withheld information from her, knowing she’d never agree to help us if she thought she’d have to deal with Rowan.”

Morgan chewed on her lip. “Let’s just hope she doesn’t have to deal with him. Otherwise there’s going to be hell to pay.”

“Rowan said the exact same thing.”

IMPRINT: Sexy eBooks

ISBN: 9781460894101

TITLE: THE FALLEN GREEK BRIDE

First Australian Publication 2013

Copyright © 2013 Jane Porter

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