Eva watched from the cabana as Callum did another lap in the pool. She pushed up her sunglasses. So what if he was good looking—and smart. He was also a know-it-all and had started treating her like she was a kid. She was eighteen. And…okay, maybe she was just a little shy in the guy department. She’d gone to an all-girls school, but she’d learned plenty from hearing her school pals talk. But Callum…he was just a pain in the ass, and she wanted him gone.

It didn’t help that Antonio thought he was great. And not just her brother thought that. Callum had fixed Alexandra’s laptop, and he’d also starting hanging out with Dareios. Even Claire was on Team Callum—but that figured. They were both Americans and seemed to love talking about “home.” Eva pushed out a breath.

Callum had only been in Greece a week, but he’d already convinced everyone that he was…perfect. So how was she going to get rid of him and get a tutor she liked?

Climbing out of the pool, Callum called out, “How’s it going with the pages?” He’d given her extra work in math and science—her worst subjects. She waved a hand and turned a page as if she was still reading. And why did he have to be so damn cute?

He dried off with a towel. In just a week, he was already starting to tan under the strong sun in Greece. His muscles bunched as he rubbed the white towel over his skin. Eva tried to focus on something to do with amino acids. She snuck another glance.

Towel draped over his shoulders, he headed toward the cabana where she sat, books and papers spread out in the shade. She had on her swim suit under a loose black and gold cover-up—a swim was supposed to be her reward for finishing this chapter, but Callum would quiz her on the reading, and if she didn’t pass, he’d make her read it again. He was a slave driver!

He was also staying in the small guest house on the Rosso property, meaning she had no escape from his lessons. He was always asking her about her work—at dinner and breakfast, in the gym. And if she tried to escape in a car, Callum was there to ride with her. He’d turned shopping into lessons in math!

Eva heard the door open to the house. She glanced over and saw Antonio step out. He came over and gave her a kiss on the cheek, and glanced at her book. “How’s the studying?”

She pulled off her sunglasses. “How can anyone read about science on this beautiful a day?” She waved a hand at the blue sky.

Antonio grinned. When he smiled, he looked less like their late father.

Matthias Rosso had been a very hard, very stubborn old man—but Eva missed him. She knew their father had spoiled her—she’d been the baby of the family. But now Antonio was married, and running the Rosso banking empire. He was disgustingly happy with Claire, and it left Eva feeling almost an outsider in her own family. Alexandra was in love with Dareios—who really looked like he had reformed his playboy ways. And she…she had a tutor she hated. Who cared if he was cute if all he did was make her feel stupid and even more unwanted?

Antonio touched a finger to the tip of her nose. “You want college in the US—you have to work for it.” Turning he nodded to Callum. Antonio tossed something at Callum. Eva saw light glint off metal.

Catching the metal, Callum held up car keys. “What’s this?”

“You might need transport on your day off—you can’t keep catching rides with Eva the whole time. I’m not using the Jaguar these days, and it needs to get out of the garage.”

Walking over, Callum put the keys down on the table. “Thank you, but I couldn’t drive something like that.”

“Why not?” Antonio stiffened. His blue eyes darkened. “You’re declining my generosity?”

Eva rolled her eyes. “Stop acting the big brother, big brother.”

Callum shook his head. “No offense intended, Mr. Rosso. Really. It’s just that I’m more comfortable on a bike. A motorcycle. That’s what I had back in the States, and I don’t think my skills are quite up to driving an expensive car like your Jaguar.”

“It’s Tonio or Antonio. Mr. Rosso was my father and he is no longer with us.”

Eva snuck her hand into Antonio’s. She heard the strain in his voice. Softly, she said, “You miss him, too, don’t you?”

He glanced down at her. A reluctant smile lifted the corner of his mouth. The wind tugged at his black hair, and he nodded. “Don’t we all. I even miss him yelling at me—and telling me I’m doing everything wrong.” Letting go of her hand, he turned to Callum. “Thank you for being honest. And ask Gaia for the Ducati keys when you need a ride.”

“Ducati!” Callum opened his mouth and shut it again. “But—”

“It’s insured and there are helmets in the garage. Or can’t you handle a good Italian bike like that?”

Callum started to smile. “Oh, I can handle it.”

And Eva got an idea. She wouldn’t wish an accident on anyone—but if Callum took her out for a ride and didn’t get her home in time. Or if she managed to fall off the bike—not a bad fall, just enough of one that Antonio became angry—that would be the end of Callum the tutor.

She leaned forward and rested her chin on her hand. “Why don’t we go out for a picnic today?”

Callum’s smile dropped. “Have you finished your chapters?”

“Well…” She glanced at Antonio and back to Callum. “Most of the first one.”

He waved at her book. “Finish the rest, and we’ll go over it over lunch, and if you do well, then we’ll talk about an evening ride.”

Callum strode away, taking the path to the guest house. Eva clenched a fist. She heard Antonio’s low chuckle and swung on him. “This is your fault, you know.”

He held up his palms. “You can bail anytime. And pick a school here in Greece where I can get you in with the family name. And now I’m taking Claire into town—she has to meet some producer for voice over work. Read your chapters, Eva.”

Huffing out a breath, she watched Antonio walk away.

She had to find some way to get some fun back into her life. Maybe if she found Callum a girl friend?

She heard the door open again, and Gaia came out, books in her arms. The housekeeper put them down with a thump on the table. “More books—from your American.” Straightening, Gaia pushed a strand of graying hair back into place.

“Burn them.”

Gaia looked up, eyes narrowing. “What? You would waste expensive learning. You’re spoiled, that is the real problem. And you are too good to become a trophy wife to anyone.”

Eva sighed. “I know. It’s just… I do want to be just like everyone. But for that I need college in the States.”

Gaia tapped a finger on the top book. “And for that you need learning.”

“I need a teacher, not a guy who throws reading and more reading at me, and then asks me questions.”

Gaia smiled. “He’s making you think.”

“He’s making me miserable.”

Frowning, Gaia folded her arms. “You’re not thinking too much about him are you? He’s a nobody from America. Your brother would not be happy to hear you are falling for your tutor.”

Eva sat up. “No…no he wouldn’t like that, would he.”

“What are you planning? I know that look in your eyes—it means you are up to trouble.”

Eva smiled. “No trouble at all. In fact, I’m going to get rid of trouble. Will you bring me some iced coffee, Gaia?”

Muttering about more trouble, Gaia turned and strode into the house. Eva sat twirling her sunglasses. So far her tutor had been all about work, work, work. But there had to be some way to get him to see her as a very pretty girl—and then Antonio could discover him kissing her. Yes, that would get rid of her tutor. Her stomach tightened at the idea and she shifted in her chair. But Antonio wouldn’t hurt her tutor—no matter what. And didn’t her tutor want to go back to America—that’s what he was saving for, wasn’t it. What else did he want? She bit down on the arm of her sunglasses. She didn’t know much about him, which meant she needed to find out her tutor’s weaknesses. Yes, she wanted to find out all sorts of things about Mr. Callum Woods from New York.

* * *

What was he going to do about Eva?

In the guesthouse, Callum showered and changed—a very cold shower. It was his job to teach her, and so far he’d been doing the learning. As in he’d learned Eva was a spoilt girl, used to getting what she wanted. He was lucky she didn’t seem to want him. Her brother was the one calling the shots and writing the checks, and Antonio had made it clear that Callum had better keep his hands to himself.

“Eva is young and impressionable,” he’d said on Callum’s first night here. “I will not have you breaking her heart while you are living on my estate. Are we clear?”

Callum had waved aside any worries. If he’d had a younger sister, he would have laid down the same warning. “That’s not going to be a problem.” Callum groaned now and sat on the edge of his bed to pull on his motorcycle boots. His head knew what to do, but his body kept reacting to Eva.

She was a gorgeous girl with thick, black hair, and eyes so deep a brown they seemed black. He’d seen her swimming, skimming through the water like a mermaid, slim and fit, with curves in all the right spots. If only she’d put that brain of hers to use, he could finish his job here and get back to the US. That was his focus—that had to be his only focus. Getting home.

And then what?

He shook his head. He’d wanted to be a teacher for as long as he could remember, but it seemed to him like he was failing with his first student. Maybe he wasn’t cut out for this job. Pulling on his boots, he grabbed the bike keys. He needed a ride to clear his head before he tackled the next lesson with Eva.