Game Of Scones: a feel-good summer romance for 2018!. Samantha Tonge

voice I could muster.

      Sophia glanced over as once more we laughed. She looked from Niko, to me, then back at him and her mouth downturned for a moment. She exchanged a glance with her husband. Sophia’s whole demeanour couldn’t hide a sense of… not exactly disapproval but something negative. Niko seemed to sense it too and jerked his head towards my empty plate.

      ‘You and me – let’s get some fresh air,’ he said. ‘We take two orange granitas down to the beach. Siesta is almost over, it will be cooler and I know a shady spot.’

      ‘Under the fig tree, by the disused boatshed, just before Caretta Cove – is it still the same?’

      Niko’s face lit up. ‘You remember?’

      I went to the bathroom to freshen up and when I returned Niko had prepared the slushy ice drinks. We went outside and I stared at the drinks in sealed paper cups, with straws.

      He shrugged. ‘We do takeaway drinks and food now. Times have been hard.’

      ‘The other half of the taverna is closed down…’

      ‘Yes. On a good day, we are lucky to fill just the half that is now open.’

      I slipped my arm through his, enjoying the breeze which blew stronger. It was as if the last nine years apart hadn’t happened. In fact, I almost expected him to drop a beetle or handful of damp seaweed down my back. I sucked up the refreshing granita as we strolled down the left side of the beach and eventually came to a sprawling fig tree by a dilapidated building. In the distance stood the ash and green southern mountains, all hazy at the top. We sat on the sand underneath the tree. I removed my floppy hat and sunglasses and swatted away a wasp.

      ‘That was weird,’ I said.

      Niko raised an eyebrow.

      ‘Walking together, with you now taller than me. I couldn’t give you a piggy-back any more.’

      ‘And look at you, in those fashionable heels.’ He gazed at my feet.

      ‘I forgot to change into my sandals,’ I said and kicked them off.

      Niko took my drink and put the two cups down by his side.

      ‘I no criticise, Pippa. You are a beautiful woman – more striking than the orange blush of a sunset. But then I always thought you were out of the ordinary. I…’ He shrugged. ‘I never thought I’d see you again.’

      For a moment I lost myself in his mocha eyes and swallowed hard. Henrik would never say something like that. I shook myself. And quite right too. It was okay in books, but what modern woman needed to actually hear romantic mush? Yet my heart raced like it never used to years ago, in my Greek friend’s company. What was going on? Clearly the strong Aegean sun had a lot to answer for.

      I cleared my throat. ‘So, um, come on then – what’s the punchline?’ I leant back on my elbows.

      ‘Huh?’

      ‘The joke… after that compliment.’

      Niko’s eyes lost their intensity for a second and he grinned. ‘We used to laugh a lot, no? Okay… Would you feel happier if I said you look very nice instead?’

      ‘Don’t you dare!’ I laughed and turned onto my front. ‘Does Cosmo still play his harmonica?

      Niko smiled. ‘All the time.’

      ‘How about Demetrios? Remember the awful, wonky pots we made – is he married yet?’

      ‘No. But he adopted four stray cats. How they are spoilt – he made each a food bowl with their name.’

      ‘And is his shop still the only building in the village that isn’t painted white and blue?’

      Niko nodded. ‘Yes, it is still the colour of aubergine, with ivy growing across the roof. Before the recession hit, Demetrios laid fancy tiles on the floor and bought a new kiln… So inside it has changed, but from the outside it still looks about one hundred years old, with the unlevel foundations that make it sink to the right.’

      I grinned. ‘It’s good to be back.’

      ‘How long for?’

      ‘Three whole weeks.’

      ‘Ah, yesis good. We can get to know each other again. I have missed you these last summers, Pippa.’

      My stomach fluttered. I realised I’d missed him too.

      ‘You and Henrik…’ He bit his lip. ‘It is true love… forever, no?’

      ‘Niko!’ I grinned. ‘We haven’t seen each other for so many years and within minutes you cut straight to the chase!’

      ‘Huh… chase?’ His gaze bore straight through me. ‘We haven’t seen each other for nine years, Pippa. Time isn’t to waste. You are sure he’s good enough?’

      I raised one eyebrow. ‘Why would you ask that?’

      Niko glanced away. ‘It’s just… Ay, ignore me, Pippa. You are an intelligent woman who wouldn’t waste time on the wrong man.’ He stared at the sand. ‘No one could believe his size, when he visited in January. The village’s children called him Gigantes, after our country’s mythical giant tribe.’ A muscle in his cheek flinched. ‘And the women couldn’t do enough for your Dutch goliath. Young Alysia from next door managed to build up a secret album of photos of Henrik, taken on her mobile phone.’

      I gazed sideways at him. ‘So, if we’re being so forthright, what about you? Has Nikolaos Sotiropoulos found the woman of his dreams?’

      His cheeks flushed. ‘For a long time I’ve doubted I ever would, but life is full of surprises. Perhaps now…’ He squeezed my hand. ‘Fate has been kind to me.’

      My stomach flipped. Surely not…? Could he mean me? No. This was Shorty, just a family friend, who used to scare me with grass snakes – at his peril, I might add, as I knew spiders gave him the shakes.

      I breathed in and out. Clearly the sun was messing with my brain.

      ‘So… Taxos… How are you all managing, with the recession?’ I mumbled, not quite sure what to say next.

      ‘Huh? Oh…’ Niko’s brow wrinkled and he drew circles in the sand with his finger.

      ‘Not good. I help Papa and Mama where I can, as a chef and waiter. Plus my cousin Stefan and I take out my uncle’s boat every morning to fish – after siesta we sponge-dive. But the locals watch every euro and there are only so many sponges you can sell to the neighbouring villages.’ He too lay on his front, so close it reminded me of when we’d hide, stretched out under tarpaulin, in the bottom of his uncle’s boat, to avoid our parents calling us in for bed.

      Niko nodded across the sand. ‘See Mrs Dellis, over there?’

      The old lady was easy to pick out as the beach was still empty. Dressed in black, from her scarf to her shoes, she sat in a deckchair, under a large parasol. Two young children built sandcastles at her feet. By the side of them lay two red lilos.

      ‘I’m surprised to see them out in this midday heat,’ I said.

      He shrugged. ‘Two young boys must be hard for her to keep entertained. Their family is typical of many – her son-in-law lost his job as a website designer in Kos town. He’s gone back to farming the little land they have, with his wife, who makes cheese. They trade with farmers in neighbouring villages, try to sell jam and pickles as well, but is hard, especially in winter. More than ever grandparents look after children, whilst both parents work all hours.’

      ‘How do your uncle and cousin manage – just by fishing?’

      ‘My cousin and I have more physical strength now, so we’ve taken over. Uncle Christos gets shift- work cleaning, or as security at the airport, when he can.’

      My eyes ran over Niko’s solid body. Despite being