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It didn't give her the reprieve she'd needed though because her tycoon watched her with burning eyes.
She was more than a little grateful for the private car on their trip back into the city. As soon as he closed the privacy panel between the back and the front, Lysander made good on the promise of those heated looks.
CHAPTER 24
They stopped at the city center on the way back to the ship and did some shopping.
"These are all tourist shops along this road. Are you sure this is where you want to shop?" Lysander asked her for the third time as they entered a store filled with t-shirts.
"Yes." Rowan perused the t-shirts and chatted with the salesperson in Spanish.
Her Spanish was rusty as she had little chance to use it in her life in Athens, but the salesclerk didn't seem to mind. She told Rowan about her family, including her younger sister who was attending college.
Rowan insisted on getting matching t-shirts for herself and Lysander.
"I will never wear it," he warned.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you to never say never?"
"No."
She smiled and shook her head. "We'll see."
She picked out t-shirts for Iona and her husband as well.
"Who are those for?" Lysander asked.
"Your mom and her husband."
"You think my mother will wear a souvenir t-shirt?"
Rowan shrugged. "Probably to paint in."
Lysander's mother was an artist. Her paintings were swaths of color and no discernable shapes, but they made her happy. And Rowan really liked the few that Lysander had hanging on his walls.
They always evoked emotion.
"And where do you think her husband will wear his?"
"He probably won't, but it would be rude to get her one and not him."
Lysander just shook his head, but his lips tilted in an almost smile that turned into a full on grin when he said, "Perhaps we should get one for my father."
Rowan laughed, but Lysander went on the hunt for the tackiest possible t-shirt with the loudest colors to buy for Baptiste. She didn't suggest getting anything for Baptiste's latest wife, not even as a joke.
Rowan was sure the woman would never be anything but a sore spot for Lysander.
They visited handbag shops and Rowan bought a roomy beach tote that would bring back memories of this trip when she used it.
Her feet were sore by the time they returned to the ship and Lysander suggested she soak in the hot tub while he got some work done. "I would like to join you, but dismantling a company takes time. Things that were not critical are now because of the timing."
Oh. That made sense of the days he'd worked pretty much nonstop. They weren't a harbinger for the future, except when he had a big deal going. And Rowan could live with that, so long as it was the exception and not the norm.
Besides, when he was done, he'd taken a full day off to be with her.In bed, that little voice of caution in her head reminded her.
While their relationship was more than sex, at her insistence, it existed because of their explosive sexual attraction. Letting herself forget that would set her up for heartache.
Unwilling to dwell on those thoughts, even if she also refused to ignore them, Rowan changed into her bikini.
