Dirty Christmas
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Not four men whose presence alone seemed to bend the atmosphere around them.
And not me, standing barefoot on a heated terrace, silk clinging to my skin, aware that I was being watched.
“Cold?” Theo Kallistratos asked.
His voice carried easily across the open space, low and controlled, like everything about him. Greek born, raised in power, heir to a shipping empire older than most countries. He stood with his jacket draped over one shoulder, dark hair brushed back, eyes sharp and knowing.
I shook my head. “No.”
It was a lie. The air was cool, but the chill had nothing to do with temperature.