The Greek Tycoon's Convenient Bride
Rhiannon Davies checked her reflection one last time before nodding to the babysitter.
'Right…I should only be an hour or two.' She glanced uncertainly at the baby sitting on the floor, chewing on her house keys and looking at her with dark, soulful eyes. 'She might need a nap in a little while.'
The babysitter, a stout Frenchwoman with an impassive expression, nodded once before stooping to pickAnnabel up in her arms.
Rhiannon watched, noticed how the older woman's arms went comfortably around Annabel's chubby middle and carried her with a confident ease she had yet to feel herself.
'I don't think she'll cry,' she ventured, and was answered with another brisk nod.
In the two weeks since Annabel had been in her care, the baby had hardly cried at all. Despite the whirl of events, the change of both home and mother, she simply regarded the world with big, blank eyes. Rhiannon suspected the poor mite was in shock.
That was why she was here, she told herself firmly, not for the first time, ignoring the pangs of guilt and longing stabbing her middle. Her heart.
She had come to France, to this exclusive resort, to Lukas Petrakides, to give Annabe ... read full excerpt from: The Greek Tycoon's Convenient Bride ebook
