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"What the heck? Why would you think that?"
"You sent me pictures of myself with another woman. You said your ex-husband had me followed."
"Well, yes, I assumed you'd look into who the PI was. He had to be in your hotel to get the backgrounds he used for the pictures. I mean, I'm not excited about paying skeezballs, but you've got deeper pockets than Cyrus. The easiest way to prove the fakery of the photos and stop the story in its tracks is to get the PI to admit his part in it."
"Klaus is looking for theskeezballnow. Is that another one of your Americanisms?"
"Most people say sleazeball but I like skeezball better. It implies sleazy and skeevy at the same time." She laughed, but it was forced.
He'd thought she was dumping him. And his response had been to fly back to Athens post haste. She hugged that knowledge to her heart. Maybe her three-word confession would not go unanswered.
Hope buoyed her heart. "You need to listen to the recording."
When he did, he'd have his own buoy because only a woman deeply in love would be so certain of her man's honor in the face of the evidence Rowan had been presented with at lunch.
"I will."
The silence between them was laden with words unsaid, emotions not given expression.
"Now," she prompted.
"Yes."
They hung up without saying goodbye. For Rowan there were only three words she wanted to say and she wasn't saying them until he was there, in the same room with her.
CHAPTER 30
Rowan woke to soft kisses and whispered words as the sun was just beginning to rise.
Turning, she slid her arms around Lysander's neck and pressed into his hard, naked body. "Welcome home."
"Those words." He stilled, his eyes closed, his face a mask of emotion. "Say it again."
"Welcome home."
"This is our home. Yours and mine."
"Yes."
He opened his eyes, his dark gaze intently fixed on hers. "I listened to the recording."
"And?"
"You were never going to break up with me."
"No."
He swallowed, like he was trying to control strong emotion. "Youaren'tever going to leave me."
"No. If you try to send me off, I warn you, it won't be easy. I've got squatters rights now to the den. Just ask my purse."
He frowned. "Did you leave it by the couch again?"
"Yep."
"You're a troublemaker."
"Not a slob?" she quizzed, arching against Lysander's body, inhaling his scent.
