Dareios had to talk to his crew that afternoon—to the engineer and the captain about the course change and also there were minor issues still being worked out. The Kairos wasn’t one of the biggest, but it was big enough, and with three decks and six cabins, all with their own full bathrooms, there was much that could go wrong.

It also had enough luxury with two hot tubs, two sunning decks, a glass enclosed gym, a swimming pool, a library and an aft deck that opened off the dining room, and then there was the crew’s cabins and the main control deck.

Alexandra decided she could stay on board for months at a time. Since the Kairos had anchored for a couple of hours, Alexandra went for a swim, dragging Eva with her.

Eva had been slightly scandalized when she’d seen Alexandra’s bikini, and she’d warned, “Be careful that doesn’t come off when you dive into the water.”

Alexandra had grinned. “If it does, I’ll make Dareios find it for me.” She stood on the edge of the aft sunning deck, her skin dark from a day spent in the sun, and dove into the water. With a shrug, Eva followed. She’d worn a more sensible one-piece and she was more than happy to play in the water with Alexandra. They spotted dolphins nearby, and swam with schools of fish.

Her skin cool from the water, Alexandra climbed back onto the Kairos and grabbed a towel. Eva climbed up onto the deck, using the ladder, and Alexandra threw another towel to Eva. Shaking the water from her hair, Eva asked, “How can you stand to be seen in so little fabric? You know, it’s a good thing Antonio’s not here.”

Alexandra smiled and waved at her suit, which had stayed on. “Oh, he’s seen this one. He told me if I burned my skin so much that I couldn’t sit down, he wasn’t going to give me any sympathy.” She snapped the skimpy bottom of her bikini. “You could wear something like this.”

Eva rolled her eyes. “You look like a model. I would look too skinny on top and too wide on the bottom. No thanks. I’m going to shower and change before dinner. You coming?”

Alexandra nodded and followed Eva down to their rooms. They had matching suites, and Alexandra was tempted to lounge in the tub, but she slipped into the shower and quickly washed her hair. Once she was dry, she put on a simple, loose dress in dark blue and silver sandals. She was just brushing out her hair when Eva came in.

Flopping down on the bed, Eva propped her chin on her hand. She’d pulled her hair back into a braid and had put on an old T-shirt and cut-off jean shorts that left her looking about ten. “So how are things going with you and Dareios—did he freak out when you mentioned going to Methoni?”

Alexandra shrugged and kept brushing the tangles from her hair. “He’s fine.”

“So he’s not going to put you on a plane back to Athens?” Eva sat up. “I think you should get him drunk and take advantage of him.”

“Eva!” Turning, Alexandra put her hands on her hips. “If I get Dareios into my bed, I want him to know exactly where he is.” She bit her lower lip and sat down on the bed. “But I’m not sure this was a great plan—the way he was looking at me this afternoon…” She trailed off.

Eva scooted closer. “How? Like you were water and he was a man in the desert? Like you were the last ripe cherry in a bowl and he was starving? Like—”

“Enough.” Alexandra smiled and shook her head.

“I’ll bet he plans a romantic dinner for you.”

“Dinner is for all of us,” Alexandra said. But she took the time to put on some eye shadow and silver earrings.

They headed up the stairs and into the dining room. Alexandra gave a small gasp and Eva said, her voice low, “I knew it!”

White tapers lit the room in candlelight, pulling glints from the silverware and the silver-edged china. Crystal goblets sparkled. Fresh flowers were difficult to get this far from shore, but an arrangement of shells in the center looked even more beautiful, draped with strands of artificial pearls. Whoever had set the table had left the deep mahogany wood uncovered, and Alexandra liked that informal touch.

Dareios emerged from the galley with a bottle of wine. He’d changed into loose, white trousers and a loose white shirt. With his blue eyes and dark hair and tan skin, he looked exotic—all he needed was a keffiyeh wrapped around his head to look the complete sheik. He also had bare feet—and Alexandra’s mouth watered. Beautiful, narrow bare feet that were a match for his lovely hands.

Alexandra managed to drag her stare away from those bare feet to look him in the eye. “What are we celebrating?”

He put the wine on the table and gave Alexandra a smoldering look from those blue eyes of his. With his dark lashes lowered slightly, he left her thinking of what he must look like in the mornings—or mornings after a hard night in bed. “What—we can't just have a nice dinner?” he asked.

“How about we celebrate friendship…and romance?” Eva suggested, earning a hard stare from her sister and a lifted eyebrow from Dareios. She grinned. “Those two things are best when together, aren’t they?”

“Eva!” Alexandra whispered beneath her breath. Her sister had gone from only slightly obvious to right in your face.

Eva’s grin stayed put. Dareios opened the wine and poured. He gave Eva a glass and a winked, and then he handed a glass to Alexandra. His fingers brushed hers and her pulse jumped. Raising his glass, he offered a toast. “To our good health!”

“Yamas!” Eva said, switching to Greek for the toast. She sipped her wine—a good, Italian Chianti—and then asked, “Dareios, when will we reach Methoni?”

“The day after tomorrow, or so the captain tells me. We’ll dock at Methoni for the day.”

“And when do we get cell service?” Eva asked.

Dareios smiled at her. “Not this far from cell towers. Go see Captain Markos. He has a satellite phone in the pilot house you may use.”

Eva disappeared, and Alexandra turned to Dareios. She lifted her glass to him. “Thank you for not making it a big deal to change course. This has been great for Eva to have a little down time.” She sat in one of the chairs. Dareios sat next to her and started to stroke the back of her hand.

Tingles shot down Alexandra’s spine. Her skin heated. She’d never had Dareios look at her like this—like she was a desirable woman. Wetting her lips, she looked away. “Did you want to stop at Methoni all along?”

“No.” Dareios pulled her hand to his mouth and brushed his lips over her skin. “I like the way you smell.”

Alexandra’s pulse jumped even faster. She almost spilled her wine.

Eva came back into the room, all smiles, and Dareios let go of Alexandra’s hand. She was almost sorry he had—but she was also a little relieved. She wasn’t used to Dareios acting like this with her. Usually, he was just—just Dareios. But now he was giving her heated looks, and touching her, and…and she was a little overwhelmed.

“So, I got hold of the camp and they’re going to…” Eva let the words trail off. She glanced from Alexandra—who could feel her face glowing red—to Dareios, who now seemed more interested in his wine. Eva asked, “Should I come back in a few minutes?”

Dareios shook his head. “Of course not. Food will be here soon.” He looked at Alexandra. “I’m starving.”

Alexandra choked on her wine. Putting it down, she picked up her ice water and sipped it.

Frowning, Eva gave Alexandra a long stare, but then turned to Dareios. “They’re going to meet me at the marina at three tomorrow afternoon. They’ll take care of transporting me and my luggage to the camp.”

“Good. And just in time we have food.”

Two waiters came in with silver trays. They set out a variety of dishes, a mix of Italian and Greek. Linguini with clams, orzo with chicken meatballs, bistecca fiorentina, a tomato and cucumber salad with olives and feta cheese, and fanouropita, a spiced raisin cake, along with gelato, served in frozen glasses that were buried in ice to stay cool. Dareios poured more wine. The sun dipped low in the sky, leaving a streak of gold in the west, while the moon rose, a pale crescent in the east. The waiters came back to clear the table, and Dareios sent his compliments to the chef and asked, “Anyone want coffee?”

Alexandra did, but Eva gave an exaggerated yawn. “I’m for bed.” Getting up, she kissed Dareios on the cheek. “Efkharisto, Dareios.”

Suddenly Dareios looked more the man that Alexandra knew—the guy with the easy smile. The guy who was so easy to be with. The danger dropped from his eyes and he caught Eva’s wrist. “Thank you for what?”

“For taking me to Methoni.” She winked at her sister. “Don’t stay up too late.”

Picking up his wine glass, Dareios stood. He held out his free hand to Alexandra. “Come watch the stars with me.”