He turned toward the building, tugging on her hand. “Are you ready?”
“For what?” But then her eyes registered what was inside the glass enclosure.
A vintage carousel. Beautifully hand-painted horses on brass poles in all the traditional colors covered the circular platform, their livery done in jeweled tones, the artistry both garish and magnificent.
“You want to go on a merry-go-round?” she asked, disbelief washing over her even as she was wholly charmed.
He grinned. “Who doesn’t want to ride a carousel?”
She looked around them, making a production of examining his back.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking for evidence of the pod-person replacement.”
“I am not a killjoy.”
“You are Andreas Kostas, synonymous with driven, focused and determined. I was positive amusement-park rides weren’t even in your vocabulary.”
“As you pointed out, we are on vacation.”
“I am on vacation...” Her voice trailed off for a second, Kayla searching for what to say. “You are... I’m not sure what you are doing here.”
“I thought I’d made myself very clear. I’m here until you come home, hence we are both on vacation.” The impatient, never-stands-in-a-line Andreas Kostas got in line with Kayla and waited his turn to pay for their tickets.
“So, we are going to ride a carousel.” Because that made so much sense. Oh, and by the way, they were on a date. That was apparently part of this now-joint vacation too.
Was Kayla losing her mind, or had Andreas gone around the bend?
“Exactly.” He sure didn’t sound crazy, just very determined.
But determined to do what?
Kayla was shocked at how inexpensive the tickets were, in the city where even the McDonald’s coffee cost more than it did back home. Delighted by the gorgeous paint job on the horse Andreas helped her climb onto, she was unsurprised when he stood beside her, rather than taking his own horse. In a way, his refusal to actually ride the merry-go-round helped her feel less disconnected from reality.
He stood close, an arm around her, one strong hand curled over the glistening black mane of her horse. His other hand rested on her thigh. Her body’s instant reaction to his nearness, to the sensation of being surrounded by him, overwhelmed her senses.
She could barely hear the music piping through the loudspeakers over the pounding of her heart in her ears. Her skin felt too tight for her body, the need she’d thought sated in the car was suddenly roaring through her again. Her olfactory glands inundated with his scent, that special spicy musk that had only ever meant one thing to her. Andreas Kostas.
“Are you enjoying yourself, Kay-love?” he asked, his thumb rubbing a light pattern against her thigh that was driving her to distraction.
“Yes.”
He chuckled. “Oh, now, that sounds promising.” He leaned down, nuzzling her ear. “I love the smell of your hair.”
“It’s the coconut oil in my smoothing product.”
“It’s you.”
The carousel started to slow and Andreas whispered, “You were wrong about something you said earlier.”
“What?”
“You said you don’t have a single person you can count on, no matter what. You do, Kayla. You have had for eight years. You have me.” With that soul-destroying statement, he stepped back.
THE CAROUSEL CAME to a complete stop. Somehow, Andreas made sure she came off her horse on the side he stood on and her body pressed against his. “My mother loved the carousel in Portland. She took me often as a child.”
Kayla found herself mesmerized by the look on Andreas’s face as well as the glimpse into his childhood before the Georgas debacle that seemed to define so much of his adult endeavors.
“Are you sure it was your mom who liked the carousel?” she forced words past a suddenly dry throat to tease. “And not a small boy named Andreas who liked riding the horses?”
Andreas’s smile was something so special, Kayla could barely breathe. “It may have been. And now you have another secret of mine to keep.”
She met his gaze, imbuing her own with as much sincerity as she could. “Your secrets are safe with me.”
“Even my intransigence with my family?”
“Even that.”
“Do you want to try to find your family?” he asked.
It wasn’t a new question, not that he’d ever asked it, but she had asked herself that very thing many times. And she still didn’t have an answer, so she remained silent as they left the carousel and started walking again.
“I don’t know. She abandoned me at a truck stop, you know?” Kayla finally broke the silence between them. “Why would a mom do that? I wasn’t a baby. I was three years old. I was never adopted, Andreas.”
“I know that.”
But did he understand what it meant? Not only had Kayla not been a child worthy of a family taking on permanently, but her long-term residency in foster care meant her own mother had never come back for her. “She could have found me, through social services, until I was eighteen. If she’d wanted to.”
“No doubt the woman who gave you birth is a lost cause.” Andreas’s face reflected a ruthlessness few saw, but which she knew didn’t bode well for whoever was on the receiving end of that look. “You might have more family besides her, though.”
“If I had grandparents, aunts or uncles, wouldn’t she have left me with them?”
“I do not think you can make assumptions about that, Kay-love. I have many Kostases and Georgases in Greece and while not one of them lifted a hand to claim me, to help my mother in all the years she worked so hard on her own, you cannot be certain your own mother even told her own relatives about you. They could be decent people.”
Or they could be just like the woman who’d abandoned her. That was what had prevented her from hiring a private detective to find what family Kayla might have, the fear of more rejection. “So could yours.”
“For me, it does not matter,” Andreas dismissed. “I do not want family that rejected the woman who gave everything for me.”
“Do you think they ever regretted it? Your mother’s parents, I mean. They must have, after she died.”
Andreas shook his head, his expression tolerant. “Your heart is so tender for a computer geek.”
“Whatever.” She wasn’t a pushover, but Kayla wasn’t the cynic Andreas was either.
“My mother invited her parents to come to America to meet me, more than once, and they refused. They maintained contact via letters only. However, they wanted to see me after Georgas acknowledged me.”
“You refused them.” Kayla had no doubts on that.
“Naturally.”
“Your father allowed it.” That surprised her.
“He never acknowledged my mother, so why would he want to recognize her family as part of my life?” Andreas asked, giving voice to Kayla’s curiosity.
“But he was open to doing so?” she confirmed.