His Forbidden Bride. Sara Craven

your decision, thespinis,’ he added briskly. ‘I am waiting to lock up.’

      Biting her lip, she followed him out of the house, and round the terrace to the gate she’d noticed earlier, which he courteously unlatched for her.

      ‘I suggest you come back this way,’ he said. ‘The track that Stavros’ wife uses is rather too steep.’

      ‘Thank you,’ Zoe said coldly.

      ‘Parakalo.’ He grinned at her. ‘It has been my pleasure.’

      As she descended the steps she was conscious of his gaze following her. Knew the exact moment he turned away, as if a wire joining them had suddenly snapped.

      A few minutes later, she heard the sound of a Jeep starting up, and driving away.

      Alone at last, she thought. And was shocked to discover her relief tinged by something very like regret.