“And if I’m not pregnant?”

“You’ll be free—single—within a couple months.”

Morgan didn’t immediately speak. Instead she looked out across the water and listened to the waves break and felt the breeze catch and lift her hair. She might appear calm, but her thoughts were tangled and her emotions intense. “And should the unthinkable happen, should I conceive … we would all live together, as a family?”

“Yes.”

She turned to look at him. “Where would we raise the baby?”

“Greece,” he said firmly.

She made a rough sound, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’d prefer not to raise a child in Greece.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t like Greece.”

“How can you not like Greece? It’s beautiful and warm and so full of life.”

“I found it excruciatingly isolating, and horribly boring—”

“There was no reason for you to be bored. You had money, a driver, you could have gone shopping. The sales-clerks would have loved you. They would have waited on you hand and foot.”

Battling her temper, Morgan drew her feet out of the water, wrapped her arms around bent knees. “Not all women live to shop.”

“Most women do.”

“You can’t generalize like that. It’s not true.” He started to protest and she overrode him. “Obviously one or more of your past girlfriends managed to convince you that retail therapy was the answer for everything, but I’m not one of them.” She rose to her feet. “Shopping when I’m lonely just makes me feel worse … wandering alone from store to store looking for something to buy … how pathetic is that?”

“It would have been better than you sitting sulking at home.”

Heat rushed through her, and her cheeks suddenly burned. “Sulking? Shopping? Why in God’s name did you even marry shallow, materialistic me?”

“You were young. I thought you’d change.”

“I can’t believe you just said that! I can’t believe you think you’re so perfect … that you had no blame in our failed marriage.”

“So what did I do wrong?” he asked.

“You didn’t talk to me.”

He laughed. “That’s my mistake?”

Her eyes blazed. “Fine, laugh, but it’s true. Our marriage ended because we didn’t talk to each other. It ended because we both kept everything bottled inside and I think it’s time we started talking, and saying those things that aren’t comfortable, but true—”

“It’s not going to change anything.”

“No, but at least it’ll clear the air. Perhaps give us better understanding of what happened … maybe help me understand you.”

“Me?” he said incredulously. “What is there to understand about me?”

“Everything! I married one person and yet I ended up with another.”

He drew back, shocked. “I didn’t change. Morgan, it was you. When we married, you were strong and confident, and then before I knew what happened, you turned into an angry, silent woman who only responded when I touched her. So I touched you, as often as I could, as much as I could, trying to get you back.”