Doorstep Twins / The Cowboy's Adopted Daughter. Rebecca Winters
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father patted her arm. “Tell Andreas. He’ll know the best way to broach his brother.”
Her dad was right. “I will.”
“Do his parents know anything yet?”
“No.”
“So where is this safe place he was talking about?”
She slid off the bed, too filled with nervous energy to sit any longer. “On Milos.”
“Of course,” her father said. “Their family compound is on that island in a private bay that is better guarded than the White House.”
“Actually, he mentioned I’d be staying at a nearby village called Apollonia, but I don’t know any of the details yet. He said to leave everything to him, but I have to be sure it’s the right thing to do. I told him I would have to think about it. He’s waiting for a phone call from me tonight.”
Her dad cleared his throat. “I guess your mother and I don’t have to tell you how wonderful it would be to know you and the children are close by while Leon is deciding what to do. Naturally I’d prefer that you stayed right here and—”
“No, Dad,” she interrupted him. “I don’t know how you’ve done your work through all this, but it’s time you were able to concentrate on the job you were appointed to. You have too many dignitaries coming and going to put up with so much distraction.”
“You and the children are hardly a distraction, Gabi.”
“You know what I mean. Your life isn’t conventional. You need to get back to it. Andreas told me to think of this as a vacation.”
Her mother flicked her a thoughtful glance. “If Leon realizes he wants his children, then you have to admit Andreas has come up with a temporary solution that suits everyone. A week from now and everything could be settled. But it’s your decision.”
That was what was haunting Gabi. No decision sounded like the right one.
If Leon wanted to claim his children and raise them, then she would be free to get back to her old life in the States. But her world had changed so dramatically since her arrival on Crete four months ago, she didn’t know herself anymore.
The twins had come to mean everything to her. As for Andreas…She kneaded her hands. He was waiting for her to get back to him.
She paused in the doorway fighting conflicting emotions. “Andreas is doing everything in his power to unite his brother with his own babies. I started all this and need to finish it, so I’ll tell him yes. See you in the morning.”
Once out the door she rushed down the hall to her room to make the phone call. He answered on the second ring.
“Gabi?” came the deep voice she could pick out over anyone’s. “Did you discuss this with your family?”
“Yes.” She struggled to sound calm. “The children need their father. If my coming to Milos will hasten the process, then so be it.”
“Good. Now here’s what I want you to do. Follow through exactly with the plans you and your parents have for tomorrow morning. But when you arrive at the airport, tell the driver to take you through to the heliport where my helicopter will be waiting. I’ll be there to help you and the boys aboard.”
“All right.” She gripped the phone tighter. “Andreas—there’s something else you need to know. I should have told you before now, but I was afraid.”
“Of what?”
“That you would believe what you first thought about me—that I was out to get money from you.”
“Go on.”
“This concerns Kris.”
“What about him?” Just now she heard a raw edge to his voice.
“He was born with a defective aortic valve in his heart. No one knows why. He didn’t inherit anything genetic from Thea. She didn’t develop heart trouble until she became pregnant. His condition is called stenosis.”
“I noticed he’s a little smaller.”
Most people saw no difference in the twins, but nothing got past Andreas. “According to his pediatrician here in Heraklion, he’ll have to undergo his first operation next month. I’d planned to have the surgery done in Alexandria with a highly recommended pediatric heart specialist.”
“We have one of the best here in Athens,” Andreas murmured, sounding far away. “How many procedures will be required?”
“Maybe only one more after that. The doctor said most valves have to be replaced every two to three years, but with non-embryonic stemcell heart tissue, the replacement valve should grow as Kris grows and no more surgery will be necessary. That’s what we’re hoping and praying for.”
“Amen to that.”
She put a hand to her throat. “When do you think you’ll tell your brother?”
“Tonight. He needs to be apprised of all the facts before you’re settled on Milos. In the next few weeks he and I will start giving blood for Kris’s fund.”
“Our family plans to give some, too. To look at him you wouldn’t know anything’s wrong. He’s so precious.”
“Until now I’ve never coveted anything of my brother’s.”
“I know what you mean. If the gods were giving out perfect children, you wouldn’t have to look any further than Kris and Nikos.”
“No,” came the husky rejoinder. “Get a good sleep for what’s left of the rest of the night, Gabi. Tomorrow’s a new day for all of us.”
“Andreas—”
“Yes?”
“I just wanted to say that I think Leon is very lucky to have a brother like you. Would that the twins develop that kind of love for each other. Goodnight.”
“We’re coming up on the little fishing village of Apollonia, named after the god Apollo.” Andreas had been giving Gabi an insider’s tour of the Cyclades from his position in the co-pilot’s seat.
She’d never been to Milos. As the pilot swung the helicopter toward the beautiful island sparkling like a gem in the blue Aegean Gabi’s breath caught. She’d once visited the islands of Mykonos and Kea on the ferry, not by air. To see all the fantastic volcanic formations and colorful beaches from this height robbed her of words.
During the flight from Heraklion, her awestruck gaze had met his many times. Maybe it was a trick of light from being at this altitude in a cloudless sky, but when he looked at her the gray of his irises seemed to turn crystalline, almost like a glowing silver fire.
The twins were strapped down in their carry-cots opposite her so she could watch them. They’d stayed awake during the flight, good as gold.
“Is that Apollonia down there hugging the bay?” she questioned as they drew closer.
Andreas chuckled. “No. That’s the home of the Simonides clan. Apollonia is just beyond it.”
Gabi was staggered. She stared at the twins. Little did they know the lineage they came from included a kingdom as magical as anything she’d seen in a fairy tale. But instead of towers and turrets and drawbridges, it was a gleaming white cluster of cubical beauty set against an impossibly turquoise-blue sea found only in this part of the world.
Further on lay the picturesque little town where she’d be staying. It was built in the typical royal blue and white motif along a sandy beach, the kind you saw in videos and on postcards advertising the charm of the Greek islands. Before the helicopter landed, she knew she was going to love it here.
She picked out the boats at the village pier. There appeared to be myriad shops and restaurants close by, an idyllic vacation spot if there ever was one. As soon as they