She leaned forward, her gaze locking with his. “Why did you marry me, Drakon?”

“Because I wanted you. You were made for me. Meant for me.”

“What did you like about me?”

“Everything.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is true. I loved your beauty, your intelligence, your warmth, your passion, your smile, your laugh.”

She noticed he said loved, past tense, and it hurt, a hot lance of pain straight through her heart. Perhaps it was merely a slip, or possibly, a grammatical error, but both were unlikely. Drakon didn’t make mistakes.

“But you know that,” he added brusquely.

“No,” she said equally roughly, “I didn’t know that. I had no idea why you cared about me, or if you even cared for me—”

“How can you say such a thing?”

“Because you never talked to me!” she cried. “After our honeymoon ended, you disappeared.”

“I merely went back to work, Morgan.”

“Yes, but you worked twelve- and fourteen-hour days, which would have been fine, but when you came home, you were utterly silent.”

“I was tired. I work long days.”

“And I was home alone all day with servants who didn’t speak English.”

“You promised me you were going to learn Greek.”

“I did, I took lessons at the language school in Athens, but when you came home at night, you were irritated by my attempts to speak Greek, insisting we converse in English—” She compressed her lips, feeling the resentment and frustration bubble up. “And then when I tried to make friends, I kept bumping into your old girlfriends and lovers. Athens is full of them. How many women have you been with, Drakon?”

“You make it sound like you met dozens of exes, but you bumped into just three.”

“You’re right, just three, and in hindsight, they were actually much nicer than the Greek socialites I met who were furious that I’d stolen Greece’s most eligible bachelor from under their noses.” Morgan’s eyes sparkled dangerously. “How could I, a trashy American, take one of Greece’s national treasures?”

“It wasn’t that bad.”

“It was that bad! Everybody hated me before I even arrived!” She leaned across the table. “You should have warned me, Drakon. Prepared me for my new married life.”

“I didn’t know … hadn’t realized … that some of the ladies would be so catty, but I always came home to you every night.”

“No, I didn’t have you. That was the problem.”

“What do you mean?”

Morgan laughed coolly. “You came home to dinner, a bed and sex, but you didn’t come home to me, because if you had, you would have talked to me, and tried to speak Greek to me, and you would have helped me meet people, instead of getting annoyed with me for caring what Greek women thought of me.”

He swore violently and got up from the table, pacing the floor once before turning to look at her. “I can’t believe this is why you left me. I can’t believe you’d walk out on me, and our marriage, because I’m not one for conversation. I’ve never been a big talker, but coming home to you was my favorite part of the day. It’s what I looked forward to all day long, from the moment I left for my office.”