Page 16 of The Greek's Innocent Virgin

His mother's gasp was followed by a moan of true Greek distress. "And how can you be so sure of this?"

Used to his parent's unquestioning approval, her continued certainty he was in the wrong made him angry. "How do you think?"

A word came out of his mother's mouth he'd never heard her utter before.

"Do not tell me that you ac­cused her of these things after making love with her."

"I will not be deceived like my uncle."

"No, you will merely deceive yourself. Oh, you foolish child."

Despite his annoyance at being called foolish yet again, his mouth twisted at the incongruity of being called a child at the age of thirty.

"On what evidence did you base your assumption she is not a virgin?"

"That is not something I will discuss with you."

"Who will you discuss it with then? If you can make the accusation, you can tell me your reasons for doing so."

"She did not bleed." Even though miles and phone lines separated them, he actually flushed with embar­rassment after saying such a thing to his mother.

"So?"

"So, she wasn't innocent like she claimed and damn it, Mama, I would not have cared, but if she would lie to me about this, she would lie about other things."

"And on this reasoning you broke her heart?"

"I did not break her heart."

"You did not reject her?"

"I made her no promises to begin with."

“And she is the one you call a deceiver?'' Suddenly, his mother went off into a tirade about id­iotic and stubborn Greek men. She informed him that even a dinosaur like himself should realize not all women made it into adulthood with their hymen in­tact. The lack of blood was no evidence at all.

His mother was ashamed of him for taking Rachel's innocence outside of the bonds of marriage and then accusing her with trumped-up charges. She ended by telling him that he would deserve it if Rachel refused to ever speak to him again and she, Phillippa Kouros, would never attempt to match make for such an idiotic son again.

If she wanted grandchildren, she would have to wait for his brother to be ready to wed because she didn't want her grandchildren carrying such imprudent, cynical genes.

Sebastian's ears rang for several minutes after his mother hung up on him.

His mother was right. How could he have con­vinced himself of those things about Rachel? She had never in any way exhibited the least tendency to be like her mother and yet in true Greek vendetta fash­ion, he had held her accountable for her mother's sins.

The blood drained from his face as he remembered all the things he had said to her, the accusations he had made. He'd hurt her when she had given herself to him freely and the truth had been in her lovely, wounded eyes for him to see.

He had even convinced himself that making love without protection had been her fault when in fact, it had been his. He was the experienced one and want­ing to be inside her more than he wanted to breathe, he hadn't even thought of safe sex.

His mother's words were nothing compared to the thoughts castigating him now.

A deep abyss loomed before him, dark, cold, and isolated. If he could not make it up to Rachel, he would fall into it.

Not looking forward to swallowing his words, he went to her room to find her, but when he reached it, it was empty.

Not only of Rachel, but of her things.

His stomach tightened into a knot and his breathing became erratic as he yanked open bureau drawers and closet doors, confirming what he knew to be true: she was gone.

His gaze skated around the room, looking for any sign of her, a note, anything and he noticed a deco­rative box in the trash bin. It looked like a memory keepsake box like his mother had on her bedroom dresser. She kept things that had belonged to his fa­ther in it.

What was it doing in Rachel's trash bin? She'd brought it all the way from the island, it was odd she would choose now to throw it away.

He picked it up and opened it without compunc­tion. As his eyes registered what was inside, a feeling of dread swept through him. She had literally thrown him out of her life and every memory that accom­panied him. Mementos from as far back as their first meeting nestled together in a carefully arranged as­sortment, all of it testament to feelings Rachel had had for him since the beginning.

Feelings he had ignored.

No, that wasn't quite true. He'd noticed her shy adoration and he'd played up to it sometimes, being kind to her because she'd drawn him like no other woman. Even when she'd been a mere seventeen years old. He had wanted her even then, but her in­nocence had screamed out at him, as had her reticence around men. She never swam when her mother's friends were around, though she'd gone swimming a few times with him.

She had avoided Andrea's parties when she lived on the island.

The sheer idiocy of his earlier convictions struck him anew. His only excuse was that he'd been going crazy since Matthias's death. His grief at losing a man who had been both a father figure and a business men­tor to him had been intensified by the senselessness of the old man's death and grief at the thing his life had become since marriage to the bitch, Andrea.

Mixed with a need he had not wanted to feel for Rachel, but could no longer control, it had fried his brains into oblivion.

Rachel sat in the vinyl covered office chair, numbing disbelief paralyzing her vocal chords.

The doctor's no-nonsense expression offered no comfort in the face of such devastating news.

She'd come in to find out what was going on with her female hormones and she'd been slapped with this.

"It's not an uncommon condition. You would be surprised at how many people under the age of thirty have heart disease. Atrial fibrillation is the most com­mon and one of the mildest forms."

Mild? She did not consider the risk of stroke or congestive heart failure mild, but perhaps it was all in a person's perspective. No doubt Pompella saw patients in much worse shape than Rachel quite fre­quently.

"Successful treatment of the hyperthyroidism that caused the arrhythmia in the first place could result in the disappearance of your atrial fibrillation."

"And if it doesn't, the treatment for that is to knock me out and stop my heart?" That didn't seem all that mild to her either.

Pompella nodded, her dark gaze impassive. "The risk involved is quite small."

"How small?"

“If the cardioversion is attempted without a regime of blood thinners beforehand, it could cause a stroke.

However, after six weeks of treatment, the risk of stroke is almost nonexistent."

Did doctors get paid extra for talking over their patient's head? "So, how do we treat my thyroid con­dition?"

She was twenty-three years old and too darn young to have this sort of thing to deal with. Only, according to her doctor, an overactive thyroid was also quite common.

"You have the choice of treating it with medica­tion, surgery or mild radiation therapy."

After explaining that the chances of long-term suc­cess with medication therapy were less than thirty percent, Rachel asked about the radiation therapy. Swallowing a drink with radiation laced iodine sounded a lot easier than having surgery.

It was also painless, didn't have any lasting side effects, other than the desired one and was done com­pletely out-patient. "However, you'll want to stay away from small children and refrain from hugging anyone else for seventy-two hours after drinking the treatment.''

"I see." An issue she'd been trying to ignore for the last two months refused to be dismissed any longer. "What impact might this have on pregnancy?'

"Is there a possibility that you might be preg­nant?"

"I don't know."

The doctor's eyes widened.

"I had my period a week after..." Her voice trailed off when she couldn't make herself give voice to what she and Sebastian had done. She took a deep breath and let it out. "It was light and I haven't had another period in two months."

"No mor

ning sickness?"

"No."

"Are your breasts tender?"

"A little. I guess." She didn't go around touching her breasts except to wash them in the shower.

Had she instinctively been more careful of them lately? She thought maybe she had.

"There are a lot of reasons for a missed period besides pregnancy."

That's what she'd been telling herself. "I know. That's why I made the appointment for a physical."

She had certainly not expected to come in and be told she had a heart condition brought about by an overactive thyroid.

"Pregnancy would prevent the use of radiation therapy for your thyroid condition. If you have time, we can run a pregnancy test now, before making any further decisions."

"Yes."

An hour later, she sat in the same rose pink vinyl chair, feeling like her world had caved in on her. "I'm ten weeks pregnant?"

"That is correct." Pompella closed the manila folder in front of her. "We need to discuss options."

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