The Greek Tycoon's Pregnant Wife
Jane let herself into her apartment and headed straight for the fridge. It might be empty of anything to eat, but she knew she'd left a half-pack of colas on the shelf. Pulling out one of the chilled cans, she flipped the tab and drank. Then, savouring its coolness on her tongue, she kicked off her shoes and walked back into the living area.
It was good to be home, she thought, looking round the large space that served as both living and dining room. She was glad now she'd had the builder knock down the wall that had once separated the two rooms. Together with a small service kitchen, her bedroom and the adjoining bathroom, it had been her home for the past five years.
She'd dropped her suitcase in the small entry hall and as she went to retrieve it, she saw the message light blinking on her answering machine. Her mother, she thought resignedly. Mrs Lang would be anxious to hear that her daughter had arrived home safely. Even though she was familiar with the internet and would no doubt have checked flight arrivals at Heathrow, she still needed the confirmation of Jane's voice to assure her that all was well.
Sighing, Jane pressed the key to retrieve her me ... read full excerpt from: The Greek Tycoon's Pregnant Wife ebook
