Paradise Nights: Taken by the Bad Boy. Kelly Hunter

      ‘I’m sensing some reluctant interest in that one,’ she said with a grin. ‘I’ll keep the paper for you. Meanwhile I have a job interview in Athens tomorrow with a big daily newspaper. They’re after a photojournalist who can cover politics one day and human-interest stories the next. It sounds promising.’

      ‘How are you getting there?’ he asked her.

      ‘I thought I’d take the ferry.’

      ‘I can get you there faster than a ferry,’ he muttered.

      He could get her there faster than anybody on the planet, and she was pretty sure he knew it. ‘Are you free tomorrow? I could hire your charter services.’

      ‘You can have them for free. When’s your interview?’

      ‘Four in the afternoon.’

      ‘I’ll come for you at midday. We can go out for a meal afterwards. Spend the night in Athens. If you’ve a mind to.’

      ‘I’d love to.’ She already had a teenager from the village organised to take charge of the Vespas for a day. Why not for two days? She had good reason, and heaven help her she had a fierce need to spend some time alone with Pete without having to be discreet about it. ‘I’ve missed you, flyboy.’

      ‘I want you in my arms again,’ he told her, with a rasp to his voice that set her skin to tingling. ‘Preferably sitting on my lap.’

      He wasn’t the only one. ‘Am I naked?’

      ‘Very.’

      ‘Are you naked?’

      ‘I’m at the airport in Athens. If I was I’d be arrested.’

      ‘So … I’ll see you tomorrow, then?’

      ‘I’ll come for you,’ he said.

      She was counting on it.

      CHAPTER SEVEN

      THERE was a world of difference between life on a sleepy Greek island and the vibrant energy that came with being in the middle of a major city. People moved faster, talked louder, dressed smarter and for the most part looked a whole lot tenser. Six months ago Serena would have thrived on the bustle and the crowds. Now she found it slightly unnerving.

      Or maybe it was just the thought of the up-coming job interview that unnerved her.

      She and Pete were standing outside the newsgroup building. It was almost time to head inside. She’d gathered her hair up into an elegant chignon and had donned a charcoal-grey business suit for the occasion. She looked good. If her portfolio of work was any sharper it’d grow fangs and bite someone. The only thing missing was her enthusiasm for walking through those double glass doors.

      ‘Time to go, Rena,’ he said as she looked at the doors for the tenth time in half as many minutes.

      ‘How do I look?’ she asked him.

      ‘Smart. Sophisticated. Like you belong here.’

      ‘Really?’ He was wearing cargo trousers, a collared shirt and a smile that scattered her wits. No charcoal-coloured business suit for him and he still managed to look more at home on these streets than she did. How did he do that? She fiddled nervously with the collar on her shirt, scrunching it up; Pete smoothed it out.

      ‘Where’s your confidence?’ he said, tilting her chin up with his forefinger so that her gaze met his.

      ‘Gone.’

      ‘Happens that way sometimes.’ He pressed his lips to her cheek, a man who knew not to mess with lipstick at a time like this. ‘Time to remember who you are. What you are. And what you want.’

      Oh, boy. It’d help if she knew. ‘I could use a reminder.’

      ‘You’re talented, educated, smart, savvy, and determined.’

      ‘You’re right,’ she said straightening. ‘I am.’

      ‘You want this job?’

      ‘I do.’

      He put his hands to her shoulders and turned her in the direction of the door. ‘Go get it.’

      Pete watched the traffic go by while he waited for Serena’s interview to finish, wondering at her lastminute hesitation. He knew her best when she wore gypsy skirts and sleeveless cotton shirts, but it came as no surprise to him that she could look perfectly at home in a business suit. If she wanted this kind of life all she had to do was reach out and take it. He was that certain of her talent and her ability to succeed.

      She didn’t belong on the island; anyone with eyes could see that. Whether she belonged here was up to her.

      It was a quarter to five before she reappeared. He figured it for a good sign. ‘How’d it go?’ he asked her when she stood in front of him.

      ‘It was a panel interview,’ she told him, chewing on her lower lip. ‘There were five of them. It was hard to tell what they thought—either collectively or individually.’ She lifted her chin a fraction. ‘They said I’d hear from them in a few days. I thought it went well.’

      ‘Hold that thought.’ He slung his arm around her shoulders, she wrapped her arm around his waist and together they started walking. ‘Where to now?’ he asked her. ‘Dinner? A drink? A show?’

      ‘Yes,’ she said with a vigorous nod for good measure. ‘All of them.’

      ‘Any particular order?’

      ‘Surprise me.’

      He did surprise her. He took her to the art gallery Medusa where a modern photographic exhibition was showing, and fed her creativity. After that he took her to dinner at a restaurant that boasted candlelit corners, Spanish cuisine, and a Lebanese entertainer with a repertoireranging from ‘Zorba the Greek’ to ‘Dancing Queen’. The meal fed her stomach, the entertainment fed her sense of humour. The place was a mish-mashing clash of cultures with a boisterous crowd, a little bit of whimsy, and plenty of romance thrown in for free and it matched her mood perfectly. He matched her mood perfectly, played to it, and at the end of the evening when the music slowed he took her into his arms and the night turned to magic.

      ‘What next?’ he murmured when the music drew to a close.

      ‘You and me,’ she said without hesitation. ‘Alone.’ Always it came back to this.

      The colours from the streetlights played over his face, such a beautiful face, as he hailed them a taxi. He didn’t touch her on the way back to the hotel, not until they reached the lift and then it was only to put his palm to the small of her back as they stepped inside. His hand dropped away after that. He looked like a man with a lot on his mind, not all of it welcome.

      ‘Penny for them,’ she said.

      His smile belonged to a rogue but his eyes were somewhat more sombre. ‘I was wondering what you’d do if you landed this job. Where you’d live. Who’d take charge of the Vespas … ‘

      ‘I’d probably stay with my aunt and uncle—Nico’s parents—for a while until I found a place of my own.’

      ‘And the Vespas?’

      ‘Currently have my second cousin Marina’s name on them. It’s her turn to come and contemplate the universe for a while.’

      ‘You didn’t mind it that much,’ he said dryly.

      ‘You’re right,’ she admitted. ‘I didn’t. I got to take some beautiful pictures and live in a beautiful part of the world. But I wouldn’t want to do it on a permanent basis. It wouldn’t satisfy me. It’s not enough.’

      ‘And the job you went for today will be enough?’ he asked her as they reached the hotel room.

      ‘Maybe,’