The Millionaire's True Worth

by Rebecca Winters

  No wonder their marriage hadn’t worked. He thought he could have a wife, plus her money and another life on the side. Byron had belonged to his own secret world and could never be hers. Her choice in men before she’d come to Greece had been flawed.

  As she glanced at Theo’s best man, she realized she was looking at the best man alive. The knowledge shook her to the foundations. “Your father sounds like a wise man,” she murmured. “Tell me about him.”

  “He came from a very poor family on Paxos.” Ah, she was beginning to understand why these islands drew him. “My grandparents and their children, with the exception of my father, were victims of the malaria epidemic that hit thousands of Greek villages at the time. By the early nineteen-sixties it was eradicated, but too late for them.”

  “But your father didn’t contract the disease?”

  “No. Sometimes it missed someone in a family. A poor fisherman living in a tiny hut in Loggos, who’d lost his family, took my father in to help him catch fish they sold at a shop in the marketplace. When he died, he left my father the hut and a rowboat. Papa married a girl who worked in the olive groves. Her family had perished during the epidemic too. They had to scrape for a living any way they could.”

  “It’s hard for me to believe people can live through such hardships, but I know they do. Millions and millions, and somehow they survive.”

  “According to our papa, our parents were in love and happy.”

  “The magic ingredients. Mine were in love, too.”

  He nodded. “First Vasso was born, then I came along eleven months later. But the delivery was too hard on Mama, who was in frail health, and she died.”

  “Oh, no,” Raina cried softly. “To not know your mother... I’m so sorry, Akis. I at least had mine until I was twelve.”

  Solemn eyes met hers. “But you lost both parents. It seems you and I have that in common.”

  “But you never even knew her. It breaks my heart. How on earth did you all manage?”

  “Our father kept on working to keep us alive by supplying olives and fish to the shop. When we were five and six years old, we would help him and never attended school on a regular basis. Life was a struggle. It was all we knew.

  “The village thought of us as the poor Giannopoulos kids. Most people looked down on us. Then things turned worse when our father was diagnosed with lymphoma and died.”

  A quiet gasp escaped. “How old were you?”

  “Thirteen and fourteen. By then the woman’s husband who owned the shop had also died and she needed help. So she let us work in her shop and helped us learn English. She said it was important to cater to the British and American tourists in their language. We studied English from a book when we could.”

  “You learned English with no formal schooling? That’s incredible.”

  He stared hard at her. “You’re talking to a man whose education is sorely lacking in so many areas, I don’t even like to think about it.”

  “I see no lack in you. Anything but.”

  “Give it time and my inadequacies will be evident in dozens of ways, but I digress.

  “While Vasso waited on customers and did jobs the woman’s husband had done, I would go fishing and pick olives. Then it would be my turn to spell him off. I don’t think we got more than six hours sleep a night for several years.”

  “No time to play,” she mused aloud.

  He made an odd sound in his throat. “We didn’t know the meaning of the word.”

  Raina hated to see him do all the work and got up to help him. For the first time she didn’t use crutches because the kitchen was so close.

  “Careful,” he cautioned.

  “My ankle doesn’t hurt.”

  “Just do me a favor and sit in the chair at the table. The food is ready. I’ll bring everything over so we can eat.” He’d cut up fresh melon and made a shrimp salad. Lastly came some rolls and iced tea.

  “When did you have time to stock the refrigerator?”

  He sat down opposite her. “I pay a boy to do errands for me when I come to the island.”

  “No housekeeper?”

  “I prefer to do the work myself.”

  “You’re a jack-of-all-trades as we say in English.”

  “What does it mean exactly? Whether you’ve been aware of it or not, I’ve been picking up a few expressions from you, but I’ll admit I’m not familiar with that one.”

  “Jack is a common name and it means that you can do everything well. Now that you’ve given me some idea of your background, I understand why.” The minute she said the word, she saw the slightest hint of emotion cause his lips to thin.

  Realizing she’d stumbled on to something significant when he already felt vulnerable she said, “Akis? At the pool when I told you to talk to someone of your own kind and background, you thought I was being condescending. Admit it.”

  “The thought did cross my mind.”

  “Since I knew nothing about your upbringing until just now, will you believe me when I tell you I only said what I did because—”

  “Because you sensed I was extremely attracted and it made you nervous.” His dark eyes devoured her as he spoke.

  She squirmed on the wooden chair. “You’re right. Please go on and finish telling me your life’s story. I’m riveted. The food is delicious, by the way.”

  “Thank you.” He leaned forward. “The widow we worked for started to suffer from poor health and gave us more and more responsibility. One day an American came in and told us the place reminded him of the convenience-store chains in America. He said they were all over the country. We looked into it and started to make innovations.”

  “Like what?”

  “To keep the shop open twenty-four hours, which we took turns manning. Besides stocking it with a few other items tourists needed, we let patrons cash checks and provided free delivery for those living or staying nearby. In time we’d saved enough money to buy half the store. When she had to stop working, we bought her out.”

  “That’s amazing! How old were you?”

  “I was eighteen. Vasso had turned nineteen and had to serve nine months in the army. While he was gone, I ran things. After he got back, it was my turn for military service. We both served in the peacekeeping forces and undertook the command of Kabul International Airport.”

  “It’s a miracle neither of you was injured, or worse.”

  He shook his head, dismissing it too fast for her liking. What was it he wasn’t prepared to share? “The real miracle was that overnight we started making real money. After the early years when most nights we went to bed hungry, it was literally like manna falling from heaven.

  “After selling the hut, we moved to an apartment in Loggos right along the harbor. When the widow died, we purchased the property and undertook renovations. In time we’d made enough money to buy failing shops of the same type in Gaios and Lakka, the other towns on the island. We patterned them after the chains we’d investigated and called them Alpha/Omega 24.”

  She looked at him in amazement. “When I think of two brothers who had the will to survive everything and succeed, I’m in absolute awe over what you accomplished. How did you end up in Athens?”

  “You really want to hear?”

  “I can’t get enough. Please. You can’t stop now.”

  * * *

  Not immune to her entreaty, Akis brought some plums to the table for their dessert before he spoke. “When our staff was in place at all three stores and we felt confident enough to leave, we took a ferry to Corfu. From there we flew to Athens, our first commercial plane trip.”

  “Late bloomers on your way to do big business.” The warmth of her smile melted him. “Were you excited?”

  “We were so full of our plans for future expansion, not much else registered.
Without the backing of an established bank, we didn’t have a prayer. After two days we found a shop for sale we wanted to buy and started talking to bankers. We were turned down by everyone.”

  Her eyes reflected the hue of a lavender field. “Obviously that didn’t stop you.”

  “No. At the last bank on our list we met Theo Chiotis in the loan department. He was working his way up in his family’s banking business. Maybe it was because we were all the same age and he could tell we were hungry, or maybe we just caught him on a good day, but he was actually willing to examine the books.”

  “Bless Theo,” she murmured.

  Akis nodded. “He asked a lot of questions and went with us to look at the property the next day. As we explained how we would remodel and showed him pictures, he said he would take the matter up with the bank director and get back to us. We had no choice but to return to Paxos and go about our business.”

  “How long did you have to wait?”

  “A week.”

  “It must have felt like an eternity.”

  Unable to resist, he covered her hand resting on the table and squeezed it before letting it go. “He told us the bank would give us the loan for the one store. If it turned a profit, they’d consider loaning us more money for other stores in the future. But the loan was contingent on our offering our other stores as collateral.”

  “Of course. Akis—you had to have been overjoyed!”

  He sat back in the chair. “Yes and no. Athens was a big city, not a little village. We had to gamble that Athenians as well as tourists would patronize us. In no time our number four store was up and running. Vasso and I took turns manning it. Literally overnight we started making a profit we hadn’t even imagined and we never looked back. We call it our lucky store. Would it interest you to know that’s the store where you fell?”

  A gentle laugh escaped her lips. “The concierge at the hotel recommended it so I could buy some headache medicine. After spraining my ankle, I didn’t think I was so lucky.”

  “Fate definitely had something in store for us.”

  “Certainly for you since you and Theo became best friends.”

  “Theo had the good sense to fall in love with Chloe. If there’d been no Theo, you and I would never have met.” Akis didn’t even want to think about that possibility. “While I clean up, why don’t you go in the living room so you can stretch out on the couch? There’s an evening breeze coming in off the terrace.”

  “What’s that other smell besides thyme?”

  “It’s the woody scent of the maquis growing here mixed with rock rose and laurel.”

  “I think you’ve brought me to the Elysian fields where Zeus allowed Homer to live out his days in happiness surrounded by flowers.”

  Everything she said reminded him that she was highly educated and had seen and done things only experienced by a privileged few. She knew things you only learned from books and academic study. That was part of what made her so desirable. What could he give her in return?

  That question burned in his brain as he cleared the table and put things away. “I take it you don’t mind being whisked here.”

  Her mouth curved into a full-bodied smile, filling him with indescribable longings. “Your only problem, Akis Giannopoulos, will be to pry me away when it’s time to leave. I love this island where you come to fill your lamp with oil.”

  The things that came out of that beautiful mouth.

  He took a swift breath. “Raina Maywood? Before it’s time for bed, it’s time I heard the story of your life.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  RAINA GOT UP before he could help her and walked into the other room, but she didn’t dare lie down on the couch. The way she was feeling about Akis right now, Raina would ask him to join her and beg him to love her, so she opted for the chair.

  He was a man a breed apart from other men in so many vital ways. What an irony that she’d tried to run from him that first night! What if he hadn’t pursued her? The thought of never knowing him was like trying to imagine a world without the sun. She waited for him to come in the living room.

  When he did, he stretched out on the couch, using the arm for a pillow. After hearing about his beginnings, she felt doubly privileged to be with him like this in his own private sanctuary. He turned his head toward her. “You haven’t told me much about your parents.”

  Somehow Raina knew that question would come first. “I was blissfully happy until they died. Dad was an engineer.”

  “Your father had the kind of education I would have given anything for. And your mother?”

  “She went to college, but became a housewife after I was born. My most vivid memory of her was playing on the beach. We built sand castles and talked about life while my grandmother painted. I was blessed with grandparents who were there for me when my parents died. I don’t know how I would have survived otherwise. They brought happiness into my life again, but they knew I was lonely, even though I had friends.

  “That’s why they said I could have a student from a foreign country come and live with us during my senior year. I don’t know how it happened that Chloe was the perfect pick for me. It was so fun helping her with her English. She was an only child, too, so we just clicked from the beginning.

  “My parents’ house was near my grandparents who lived close to the ocean. We had horses. I grew up riding and loving it. When Chloe came, we rode along the beach and we did a lot of hiking in the Big Sur Mountains. We made all these plans about what we’d do when I went to Greece. But after Chloe left, my grandmother’s heart started to act up and I was afraid to leave her.”

  “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “Was it hard to see Chloe go?”

  “Yes, but thankfully I had college and became engrossed in my studies.”

  He turned on his side toward her. “I missed out on that experience a lot of people take for granted.” Akis sounded far away just then.

  She smiled at him. “You didn’t miss anything.” Mindful that his impoverished background had made him the slightest bit sensitive, she said, “What you learned growing up was something no professor or textbook could ever teach you. Every student could take lessons from your work ethic alone.”

  “Thanks, but I don’t want to talk about me.”

  “I’m not patronizing you, Akis.”

  “I know that. Keep talking. I love to hear about you. What did you study?”

  “My father took after his father and his father before him. I guess a little of it rubbed off on me. I did well in math and science so I went to graduate school and studied physics. After that I went to work for the Maywood Corporation at our jet propulsion lab in Salinas, not far from Carmel.”

  * * *

  Incredulous, Akis jackknifed into a sitting position. “Where the helicopters Vasso and I bought are manufactured?”

  Her eyes lit up in amusement. “My team did work on its sensor system, one that spanned the electromagnetic spectrum using state-of-the-art instrumentation.”

  He was aghast. “You rode in a helicopter whose electronics you helped design and you never said a word?”

  “Maybe I didn’t for the same reason you didn’t tell me your number-four store was only one of many.”

  They’d both been gun-shy of revealing themselves. He got it. “I’m so impressed with the work you do, I can hardly believe you’ve decided to prolong your vacation here.”

  “If you want to know the truth, I’ve worried that you’ve taken your tour director duty too seriously and your brother might feel that you’re neglecting business because of me.”

  After the information Vasso found on Raina, no doubt he was curious about what was going on and had left a message for Akis to call him. But he’d put off returning it because for the first time in his life, a woman filled his world and he couldn’t concentrate
on anything else.

  “It’s getting late, Raina. Before we go to bed, what would you like to do tomorrow?”

  “Swim in that green water off your private section of beach. It tops anything I’ve seen in the Caribbean.”

  “I’ve never been to the Caribbean.” It was yet another reminder of how worlds apart they were in experience. But her observation caused him to expel a satisfied breath. “That can be arranged. There are few cars on the island, but I have a run-down truck parked on the property to get me around if I need it. We’ll drive down to the shore line. Getting there would be tricky with your crutches.”

  “After tomorrow I’m hoping I can throw them away.”

  “That can’t come soon enough for me. I’m living to dance with you at a charming taverna in Loggos without being impaled.” Her chuckle excited him. “We’ll take the cabin cruiser over.”

  “Is the hut you were born in still there?”

  “Yes. But today it’s surrounded by a vineyard. The vintner uses it to store his tools and such.”

  “Did that bother you?”

  “When Vasso and I found out what was planned, we were happy about it.”

  “You have amazing resilience.” After a pause, “Can we explore one of those caves that glows blue?”

  He was prepared to do anything for her. “Whatever your heart desires.”

  She got to her feet. “You’d better not say that around me. I might just take you up on it because this has been a day of enchantment and I’m borderline addicted already. Good night, Akis.”

  He watched her fit the crutches under her arms and make her way to the guest room. The urge to carry her to his room brought him to his feet. Needing something constructive to do so he wouldn’t follow her, he cleaned up the kitchen, then went out on the terrace to call Vasso. There was no answer. He left the message that he planned to be away from Athens with Raina for a few days. If there was a problem, let him know.

  No sooner had he locked up and headed for his bedroom than the phone rang. He picked up on the second ring. “Vasso?”