by Anne Fraser
‘You’re perfect to me,’ he said. When she made to protest he stopped her words with his fingertips. ‘I don’t want perfection, my love. It’s too hard to live up to.’ He grinned. ‘But you’ll do me. What about you? Can you put up with a man who doesn’t always appreciate a good thing when he comes across it?’
She smiled back at him, her heart threatening to burst from her chest. ‘You know what? I rather think I can.’
EPILOGUE
THE TINY WHITEWASHED church was perched on a small promontory overlooking the sea. Poppy had helped Katherine find the place where she would marry Alexander. And it was perfect.
It was a glorious spring day and even the small breeze that whipped Katherine’s dress around her ankles was welcome.
Crystal could barely control her excitement. She’d been hopping from foot to foot all morning, keeping up a constant flow of chatter. Poppy wasn’t much better. Although she’d tried to hide it, she was almost as excited and thrilled to have been asked to be Katherine’s bridesmaid—to the extent that she’d removed her piercings in honour of the occasion, although Katherine had no doubt they’d be back in place tomorrow. Not that she cared. Poppy could have turned up in a paper bag for all she cared. All that mattered was that she was here today, celebrating what was the happiest day of her mother’s life.
She glanced at the girls. Crystal with a basket of rose petals hooked over her elbow and Poppy holding the little girl’s hand. Who would have thought a year ago that she would be standing here with her two children, because that’s how she saw them. Crystal and Katherine had other mothers—women who would always be an important part of their lives—or, in Crystal’s case, an important memory, but they had her too. And she would always be there for them—to hold them when their hearts got broken, to help them achieve their dreams, whatever those might be, to support them when life wasn’t so kind and eventually to help them plan their weddings, if that’s what they wished. Whatever lives they chose for themselves, she’d be there cheering them on, as she was certain her mother was cheering her on. Mum would be so proud.
Her gaze turned to the man beside her, more Greek god than gladiator in his cream suit and neatly pressed shirt. She’d earned her doctorate and had accepted a job in Athens for a couple of years. She was almost fluent in Greek now. After that? They didn’t know, but they’d be deciding together.
She had the future—a wonderful future—to look forward to, and she’d be doing it with Alexander by her side.
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ISBN-13: 9781460337646
Falling For Dr. Dimitriou
Copyright © 2014 by Anne Fraser
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