Michelle Smart unravels the mysteries of a Greek marriage in this emotional reunion romance. Keren fled the island of Agon heartbroken, convinced her marriage was over. Now she must return to face her gloriously handsome estranged husband, Yannis, and end things for good. Instead, she finds herself marooned on Agon, and Yannis insists she spends three final days with him first! With nowhere to run from the fierce longing he reawakens, Keren must open her eyes to the whole truth. Not just the tragedy that broke them, but the joy and passion she’s tried—and failed—to forget…
Would it help if I apologised?
She couldn’t stop her stare darting to him. ‘I’m staying
for three days not three weeks, Yannis.’
To her surprise, a grin spread over his face. It was a heartbreaker
of a smile, all lopsided and…sexy.
She quickly looked away.
Keren didn’t want to see his smile and remember how it
had once been part of the Yannis Filipidis package that had seduced and charmed
her from the moment she set eyes on him.
Their first meeting had been at the opening of a new
contemporary art gallery at Agon’s palace that Yannis and his brother had
helped curate as a favour to the King. The palace had artwork and antiquities
dating back millennia, but the modern King wanted to bring it more fully into
the twenty-first century. Knowing their King wanted to attract a younger,
hipper clientele, the PR people behind the launch reached out to Keren and
invited her to attend and review. That she was no art critic and had only
visited and reviewed two art galleries in all her travels—reviewing offbeat
bars and restaurants and activities like elephant trekking were more her
thing—didn’t matter to them. It was her audience they wanted to connect with.
They’d offered to pay for her flights and accommodation and promised no
interference with what she published on her blog. As Agon had been on her wish
list of countries to visit, she’d been thrilled to accept.
She remembered the funky feel of the gallery. The
creative and delicious cocktails and canapés she’d been plied with by the eager
PR team. The buzz that had permeated the air.
But mostly she remembered the incredibly tall, incredibly
gorgeous man dressed in a dapper pinstriped suit propped against the wall with
a bottle of lager in his hand, oblivious to the lusty stares being thrown his
way because his entire focus had been on her.Keren had come to Agon intending
to stay for a long weekend. It had ended up being her home for two years.
The man whose attention she’d caught that night and married
six months later was still grinning. ‘But you are staying,’ he pointed
out smugly.
‘Under duress. And only for three days.’
‘Three days is long enough to convince you to stay.’ Then
the smile fell. He tilted his head. ‘Would you believe any apology?’
‘No.’
‘Then I shall save my breath for when you do believe
it.’
‘Save it but don’t hold it,’ she advised.
The smile returned. ‘You would give me the kiss of life,
surely?’
Before she could respond, he swept past her, his arm
brushing hers, and engulfed her in a cloud of the cologne she hadn’t even
realised she’d been avoiding inhaling until it was too late.
Grinding her toes into her sandals, Keren closed her eyes
and tried her hardest to ride out the wave of longing ripping through her.
They were just echoes of the past. Memories.
Memories she’d locked away on her flight out of Agon.
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