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so.”
    “To be honest, I wanted her to look around a little more. I wish she would stay in Athens, but she thinks if she stays, Alexandra and I will keep treating her like a little girl.”
    Dareios winced. Was that how he and Antonio treated Alexandra?  They talked for several more minutes. Dareios asked about Claire and how she was settling in Athens. It seemed she still missed New York, but Antonio was planning a trip back for her as a treat. Claire was learning Greek now, but had a terrible American accent. Antonio sounded…content. Dareios was only mildly jealous at what his best friend had found. He knew that such a thing was not for him.
    “Go back to ravaging your wife,” Dareios said with a laugh. After he hung up, he stared at his empty bed and kept imagining Alexandra in it, her golden gown spilling off her. And that was just where such images should be kept—in imagination only.

Chapter Eleven
    The next day, Dareios arrived back at Alexandra’s hotel at the same time a uniformed waiter was pushing a breakfast cart up to Alexandra’s room. Dareios had already arranged for his private jet to deliver him and the Rosso girls to Taranto tomorrow, and he planned on spending today with both young women.
    Someone had to keep Alexandra out of trouble. Dressed in comfortable, well-worn jeans, a black T-shirt, and his Italian loafers, he thought he looked like any other tourist visiting Milan on holiday. And that’s what he was today.
    He tipped the waiter and told him, “I’ll take it from here.” Dareios pushed the cart to the penthouse suite and rapped on the door. He heard the noise of someone moving inside the room, and then Eva threw open the door and grinned. “If you’ve got food, come in!”
    He frowned at her. “Eva, you didn’t even check to see who was out here. You should be more careful.”
    She gave a shrug, giggled and hugged him. She had on baggy sweat pants and a ratty T-shirt. Snagging a fresh pastry from the tray, she grinned. “You have food—and this hotel is very safe.” She skipped back into the main room, leaving Dareios to bring the cart.
    Dareios pushed the cart to the couch. He glanced around, but didn’t see Alexandra. He wasn’t certain if he should be relieved or sorry. Instead, he poured himself a cup of coffee from the cart.
    The hotel had decorated the penthouse suite with a mixture of comfort and modern. Clean lines and plush pillows. The view looked out over the skyline of Milan. Huge vases of roses gave the room the scent of a lush garden. “Didn’t your sister tell you we ran into each other last night? I’ve invited you both to join me on the Kairos ?”
    “What? Where are we sailing off to?” Eva asked, excitement in her voice. She curled up on an overstuffed sofa.
    “Home. To Athens,” Alexandra said, walking into the room. She smiled at her sister, and turned to face Dareios. She was no longer a goddess in gold, but wore slim, form-fitting jeans and a pale-blue silk shirt. She’d pulled her long dark hair back into a pony tail and had bare feet. She looked…like Alexandra. Like Antonio’s sister.
    “Good morning.” She came up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist for a brief embrace.
    He stiffened, patted her back and gently set her away from him. For as long as he could remember, Alexandra had used a lemon-scented shampoo on her black hair. Now that she had grown up, she also used a special fragrance. It had a hint of citrus in it, along with several floral fragrances that seemed to fit her perfectly.
    He couldn’t help but think she hadn’t worn her perfume last night—he would have known her at once if she had. He forced a smile. “ Kalimera , Alexandra,” he said, giving her the traditional Greek greeting for good morning. “You slept well?”
    She smiled back—that cat had the cream smile, which said she was up to no good. “I had wonderful dreams. Very erotic ones about a masked man in black. And you?”
    He gulped his coffee