on the cheque. A quarter of a million pounds. She felt her lungs tighten. So much money—
With a stifled noise in her throat she marched back into her office. But the scent of the lilies was in her nostrils still. Beguiling. Enticing.
Can I do it? Marry Nikos Tramontes?
The cheque in her hand demanded an answer. Accept or reject it. Accept or reject the man who’d signed it.
The phone on her desk rang, startling her. It was her architect, politely, tactfully enquiring whether she was yet in a position to set a start date for the work that needed to be done. Work that could not start without Nikos to pay for it.
Her hand clenched, her signet ring with the St Clair crest on her little finger catching on the mahogany surface of the desk. Emotion bit into her, forcing a decision. The decision she had to make now. Could postpone no longer. If she did not restore Greymont it would decay into ruins or she would have to sell. Either way, it would be lost.
I can’t be the St Clair who loses Greymont. I can’t betray my father’s devotion and sacrifice. I can’t!
The offer that Nikos Tramontes had put in front of her was the best she could ever hope to find. It was a gift from heaven.
Nothing else can save Greymont.
She could feel her heart thumping in her chest, her mouth drying, suddenly, at the enormity of what she was doing.
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