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A Passionate Night With The Greek
KIM LAWRENCE
He’s supposed to find her… …not seduce her! Greek tycoon Zach Gavros has one mission: to track down the long-lost granddaughter of the mentor who helped him rise from the streets of Athens to unrivalled success. But Zach quickly realises that introducing feisty Katina to Greek society could be more trouble—and temptation—than anticipated! Especially when their startling passion only confirms the power this untouched heiress has to undo him…
He’s supposed to find her...
...not seduce her!
Greek tycoon Zach Gavros has one mission: to track down the long-lost granddaughter of the mentor who helped him rise from the streets of Athens to unrivaled success. But Zach quickly realizes that introducing feisty Katina to Greek society could be more trouble—and temptation—than anticipated! Especially when their startling passion only confirms the power this untouched heiress has to undo him...
A captivating tale of innocence and desire
KIM LAWRENCE lives on a farm in Anglesey with her university lecturer husband, assorted pets who arrived as strays and never left, and sometimes one or both of her boomerang sons. When she’s not writing she loves to be outdoors gardening, or walking on one of the beaches for which the island is famous—along with being the place where Prince William and Catherine made their first home!
Also by Kim Lawrence (#u865d3753-220a-55fc-a03a-2a742f32b211)
Maid for Montero
Captivated by Her Innocence
A Secret Until Now
The Heartbreaker Prince
One Night with Morelli
Her Nine Month Confession
One Night to Wedding Vows
Surrendering to the Italian’s Command
A Ring to Secure His Crown
The Greek’s Ultimate Conquest
A Cinderella for the Desert King
A Wedding at the Italian’s Demand
Seven Sexy Sins Collection
The Sins of Sebastian Rey-Defoe
Discover more at millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk).
A Passionate Night with the Greek
Kim Lawrence
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ISBN: 978-1-474-08804-6
A PASSIONATE NIGHT WITH THE GREEK
© 2019 Kim Lawrence
Published in Great Britain 2019
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Contents
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About the Author (#u02c6086a-eb14-52a4-baff-1ad89afe2f45)
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Title Page (#u51d47616-533f-59e3-8a9e-d29273eb3c84)
Copyright (#u40ca2359-b367-57bd-978f-1f8168940208)
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CHAPTER ONE (#u49218043-d9c5-5c3e-8a16-d335c8b90560)
CHAPTER TWO (#u0382f3d0-28cd-5539-84db-082ea8bf67e2)
CHAPTER THREE (#ua834699f-cfb8-5f59-84c8-4c96a87561b8)
CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)
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CHAPTER ONE (#u865d3753-220a-55fc-a03a-2a742f32b211)
ZACH HAD RECEIVED the message he had been waiting for while he was stuck in traffic. Sometimes a first-hand knowledge of the back streets of Athens, combined with a flexible attitude to rules, came in useful.
Zach possessed both.
For some of his formative years he had lived by his wits on those streets, finding it infinitely preferable to living with the grandmother who had resented having her daughter’s bastard foisted on her, and the drunken uncle who had perfected bullying into an art form.
It took him just under half an hour and a few probable speeding fines to reach the hospital. He remained oblivious to the covetous stares that followed his long-legged progress from his car and through the building. It took him three more minutes to reach the intensive care unit where Alekis Azaria had spent three days in a medically induced coma after being successfully resuscitated following his last cardiac arrest.
Zach, as the closest thing the older man had to either friend or family, had been there the previous day when they’d brought him out of the coma. Despite the warnings that he had chosen not to hear, he had fully anticipated that Alekis would simply open his eyes.
The consultant had explained this sometimes happened but admitted there was a possibility that Alekis might never wake up.
Given the fact that the Greek shipping tycoon’s presence here was on a strict need-to-know basis, it was no surprise that the same consultant who had issued this gloomy prognosis was waiting for him now, at the entrance to the intensive care unit.
The medic, used to being a figure of respect and authority, found himself straightening up and taking a deep steadying breath when the younger, tall, athletically built figure approached.
Zach didn’t respond to the older man’s greeting; instead, head tilted at a questioning angle, he arched a thick dark brow and waited, jaw clenched, to hear what was coming.
‘He has woken and is breathing independently.’
Impatient with the drip-feed delivery Zach could sense coming, he cut across the other man, impatience edging his deep voice.
‘Look, just give it to me straight.’
Straight had never been a problem for Zach. His ability to compartmentalise meant personal issues did not affect his professional ability.
‘There seems to be no problem with Mr Azaria’s cognitive abilities.’
A flicker of relief flashed in Zach’s dark eyes. Intellectual impairment would have been Alekis’s worst nightmare; for that matter it would have been his own.
‘Always supposing that he was fairly...demanding previously?’ the doctor tacked on drily.
Zach gave a rare smile that softened the austere lines of his chiselled, handsome features, causing a passing pretty nurse to walk into a door.
‘He is accustomed to being in charge. I can see him...?’
The cardiologist nodded. ‘He is stable, but you do understand this is early days?’ he cautioned.
‘Understood.’
‘This way.’
Alekis had been moved from a cubicle in the intensive care unit to a private suite of rooms. Zach found him propped up on a pile of pillows. The events of the last week had gouged deep lines in the leathered skin of his face and hollowed out his cheeks, but his voice still sounded pretty robust!
Zach stood in the doorway for a moment, listening, a smile playing gently across his firm lips.
‘Have you never heard of human rights? I’ll have your job. I want my damned phone!’
The nurse, recovering her professional poise that had slipped when she’d seen Zach appear, lifted a hand to her flushed cheek and twitched a pillow, but looked calm in the face of the peevish demand and stream of belligerent threats.
‘Oh, it’s way above my pay grade to make a decision like that, Mr Azaria.’
‘Then get me someone who can make a decision—’ Alekis broke off as he registered Zach’s presence. ‘Good, give me your phone, and a brandy wouldn’t come amiss.’
‘I must have mislaid it.’ Zach’s response earned him a look of approval from the flush-faced nurse.
Alekis snorted. ‘It’s a conspiracy!’ he grumbled. ‘So, what are you waiting for? Take a seat, then. Don’t stand there towering over me.’
Zach did as he was bade, lowering his immaculately clad, long and lean, six-foot-five athletic frame into one of the room’s easy chairs. Stretching his legs out in front of him, he crossed one ankle over the other.
‘You look—’
‘I look like a dying man,’ came the impatient response. ‘But not yet—I have things to do and so do you. I assume you do actually have your phone?’
Zach’s relief at the business-as-usual attitude was cancelled out by his concern at the shaking of the blue-veined hand extended to him.
He hid his concern beneath a layer of irony as he scrolled down the screen to find the best of the requested snapshots he’d taken several days earlier for Alekis.
