The Greek's Billion-Dollar Baby / The Innocent's Emergency Wedding. Natalie Anderson

cousin, Michelle. More like a sister, really. After Mum and Dad died, I went to live with my aunt and uncle, and Michelle.’

      He let out a soft whistle. ‘Christós.’

      ‘Yeah.’ Her laugh was a low rumble. ‘You could say that, and I did—worse, in fact. I was devastated.’

      Admitting that felt good. Saying the word aloud, Hannah recognised that she hadn’t spoken to another soul about the affair.

      ‘I lost everything that afternoon.’

      ‘What did your aunt and uncle say?’

      Hannah lifted her gaze to his, and a ridiculous sense of shame made it difficult to maintain eye contact. Hannah shook her head, that awful afternoon burned into her brain like a cattle brand. ‘Do you mind if we don’t go down this particular memory lane?’

      She flicked her gaze back to his face, catching surprise crossing his features. But it was banked down within a moment, and he stepped back, almost as though he hadn’t realised how close they were, how he was touching her.

      ‘Of course.’ His smile didn’t reach his eyes. ‘Have a seat.’ He gestured towards the table. ‘There is much we have to discuss.’