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CHAPTER ONE
Jemma Barnes, pencil in hand, doodled in the notebook in front of her on the table, paying little attention to the conversation going on around her. Her father, MD of the company Vanity Flair, had insisted that she attend this board meeting now that she was heir to her late Aunt Mary's estate, and therefore now one of the principal shareholders in the company. She had no idea why he wanted her there—stock flotations and the like were a foreign language to her. In fact, she had enough trouble coping with the monetary side of her own business—as Liz, her best friend and partner in the florist shop they jointly owned in Chelsea, would readily confirm!
'Jemma?' The strident tones of her father's voice cut through her reverie. 'Do you agree?'
Lifting her head, she realised the dozen or so people around the table were all staring at her. Her amber eyes clashed with the twinkling brown ones of the man opposite—a Mr Devetzi from Greece. Her father had introduced Jemma to him earlier and she rather liked the old man. Apparently he had once met her aunt Mary at her holiday home on the island of Zante—the same place that Jemma had spent her last holiday with her aunt. It wasn't a holiday she liked to recall for a variety of reasons—one being that her aunt had died a few months later.
Now a hint of a smile played around the old man's mouth, and she knew he'd realised from her panicked expression that she had no idea of the question. His smile broadened reassuringly, and with a wink and a nod of his white head he gave her the answer.
'Yes, of course, Father,' Jemma agreed, and the meeting ended.
'Why on earth didn't you get in touch with me?' Luke Devetzi demanded forcibly in Greek, and stared down at his grandfather, lounging back on the sofa with one heavily bandaged ankle propped up on a footstool. 'You know I would have come the minute you called.' He raked frustrated fingers through his dark hair. 'And what are you doing in London anyway? After your last heart scare I seem to recall your doctor forbidding you to travel.'
'Business,' Theo Devetzi declared bluntly.
'But you retired from the fish business years ago,' Luke reminded him.
'Not that business. As a matter of fact I did call you six days ago, but I was informed by some woman in your New York office that you had already left for a long weekend in the Hamptons and were not to be disturbed unless it was a dire emergency.' The old man arched one sardonic eyebrow. 'As it was only a courtesy call, to tell you I was going to use your London apartment for a few days, I saw no reason to bother you.'
Luke stifled a grimace, but he had no defence; he had left just such instructions, and he felt guilty as hell. His grandparents had turned their lives upside down thirty-eight years ago when Anna, their only daughter, had got pregnant by a yachtsman visiting the Greek island where they lived. Unwilling to subject Anna and her unborn child to the censure of the small community, they had relocated to Athens, where no one knew them. Then, when Anna had died in childbirth, they had been left to bring Luke up on their own.
Luke had never known who his biological father was until after he'd graduated from university at the age of twenty-one, with a degree in Business Studies. He had refused to follow his grandfather into the wholesale fish business, instead signing up as assistant purser on a luxury cruise liner. In a fit of temper Theo had declared he was just like his feckless French father—a so-called aristocrat who spent his life sailing around in his yacht seducing young girls. In the ensuing argument Luke had discovered his grandfather had known his father's name all along.
Luke had stormed out and gone to find his father. He had discovered the man living on a large estate in France—with his wife and two sons both older than Luke. When Luke had confronted him he had sneered and disowned him with the words, 'I have had dozens of women in my life, and even if I had been single at the time I would never have married your Greek peasant mother.' Then, with the help of his two equally obnoxious sons, he'd had Luke thrown off his land.
Luke had gone ahead and joined the cruise liner. There he had struck up a friendship with an elderly New York banker, who had enlisted Luke's aid in reading the stock market. When the ship had docked in New York, impressed by Luke's natural ability to spot a winner, the same man had offered Luke a job with his firm. Luke had become the proverbial whiz kid, and four years later had started his own investment banking company—Devetzi International.
The circumstances of his birth no longer bothered Luke, and hadn't done for years. He viewed his grandfather's set features now with a mixture of frustration and love. 'Nothing you do or want can ever be too much trouble for me, Theo. You only have to ask and it will be given. You must know that.'
Theo was getting old. His heavily lined face showed the signs of his seventy-seven years, and yet his deep brown eyes still held the determination that had seen him build up a business with his best friend Milo. Luke owed his life to this man., as far as he was concerned Theo was the only family he had.
'Humph. Fine words, Lycurgus, but they cut no ice with me.'
Luke stiffened. He knew the old man was always either angry or after something when he used Luke's full name—chosen for him by his grandmother because it meant wolf-hunter, and his silver-grey eyes had reminded her of a wolf. .
'What I wanted was to see you married with children, to see the continuation of our bloodline. But given your apparent aversion to marriage and your choice in women I have almost given up hope.' Lifting a magazine from the coffee table, he waved it at Luke. 'Just look at your latest woman—probably the one you have spent the last few days with.' He flicked to the centre page. 'Davina Lovejoy is about as likely to make a good wife and mother as a fly,' he snorted.
Theo was right—Luke had been dating Davina for the last few weeks and had spent a long weekend with the lady in question. He could tell his grandfather that he had no intention of marrying the lady anyway but, dammit, why should he? He didn't exactly appreciate Theo interfering in his sex life. And, as for marriage, Luke had little trust in women for the long term. In his experience he had found the married ones just as eager to get into his bed as the single women he met, if not more so—not that he was at all interested in getting involved with married women. The only exception to that particular rule still nagged his conscience to this day…
Belatedly he tuned back in to Theo's rapid-fire Greek.
