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She ily ‘Stavros Cous Cous?’ She tried to say the foreign-sounding name, but couldn’t make her throat muscles work properly

Thedown at her, and with a part of her brain that should not have been working she registered how

the frown angled the sculpted planes of his face, darkening those incredible dark eyes of his tothings to her that were utterly irrelevant right now, at this moment when he had told her what she had never expected to hear in all her life

‘Stavros Coustakis’

She heard him repeat the name in the accented voice which went, she realised, with the foreign-sounding nanness about him

She blinked again, staring at hiot a father?’

The question sounded stupid, because he’d just told her she had, but she could see it had an effect on the ether his arched brows and furrowing his broad brow, deepening the lines scored around his mouth

‘You didn’t know? You didn’t know Stavros Coustakis was your father?’

There was incredulity in the man’s voice, and Rosalie looked at him blankly ‘No,’ she said

Theanything about her Not believing she ho she’d told hi she didn’t know this Stavros Cous-so-or-other was her father

Her father

The word rang in her head A word she never used—for ould have been the point? It was a word that was utterly nothing to do with her, because he didn’t exist—hadn’t existed except for those pathetically few short weeks in her poorro for ever

But suddenly now, at this very moment, he did exist

She felt shock ricochet through her at the realisation, and itfiercely in her head ‘How did he find me?’

It carily at this , incredible, unbelievable bombshell into her life—a life that had suddenly, out of nowhere, changed for ever