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But as she looked at Hans’s shining face, she knew she couldn’t be that cruel She couldn’t destroy his illusions and ruin his life by letting him love her Not when she knew she’d never love hiain

Holly took a deep breath It was hard, because she feared she’d lose his friendship “I’m sorry, but you have to know—”

“Holly” The voice behind her was low and sensual “Won’t you introduce me to your friend?”

She turned with an intake of breath

Stavros stood in the middle of the Christmas market, taller than anyone in the crowd, darkly handsome and powerful in his well-cut suit and cashmere coat Her mouth went dry

“What are you doing here?” she choked out “I thought you were on your way back to New York—”

“Why would I leave?” Stavros’s gaze fell longingly to the baby in the stroller “When my son is here?”

“Freddie is your son?” Hans stammered

He turned with a sharp-toothed smile “Freddie?” He lifted a sardonic eyebrow “Yes I’loved hand “You are?”

“Hans Hans Müller” Shaking Stavros’s hand, he nervously glanced at Holly “I didn’t know Freddie had a father No, of course, I know everyone has a father That is to say”

He looked around helplessly

“Indeed,” Stavros said, his expression amused Then he looked at Holly “We need to talk”

“I have nothing else to say to you,” she said stonily “I’ to be rude and—”

But the youngaway froht—you both have things to talk about He’s your baby’s father” He looked at Holly reproachfully beneath his warm hat “You should have told me”

“I’m sorry” Her mouth went dry “I never meant to”