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    Smiling sweetly Diona looked back at him.  “A phone or a boat would be nice”, she said quickly as he chuckled.  “Hmm maybe not, how about some breakfast instead?”, he returned, flashing her one of the most dazzling smiles she had ever seen, causing her to hold in the sudden gasp which jumped to her lips.
    About to refuse anything from him, her stomach rumbled painfully, reminding her that she had not eaten for so long, and with a sigh she conceded, “Thank you”  He then led her into a large kitchen, with a honey pine table in the centre of the room.  Nikias began looking through the fridge, much to Diona’s surprise, as she expected to find breakfast being served in the large dining room by the housekeeper she briefly met the night before.
    “Are you going to cook?”, she asked, her voice full of surprise as he looked over at her with a small almost boyish grin.  “I’m going to try”, he answered with a smile. “My housekeeper has the morning off, and the alternate doesn’t start for another half hour, so it’s help yourself or starve till she arrives”
    Looking nervously at him , Diona moved forward to pluck the eggs and bacon from his fingers before moving to the large cooker and placing things under the grill and gently poaching the eggs.  Nikias watched her, a mocking look in his eyes.  “Don’t you trust me Diona?”, he asked with a small chuckle in his voice, as she flashed him a disbelieving look.  “About as far as I could throw you”, she replied.
    H e once more laughed, the sound of the deeply masculine rumbling causing Diona to feel her knees shake. He moved over to another cupboard to pull out plates and cutlery, setting the table in time for her to serve up the food and place hot steaming mugs of coffee before them both.
    “If you don’t like coffee then tough”, she said as she sat down opposite him.  He looked over at her with a grin.  “Thank you Diona”, rolling her name on his tongue.  “Diona…do you know that that is a Greek name?”, watching her as she nodded her head gently.  “My grandmother was Greek and I was named after her”, she said softly, seeing the face of the woman who had been one of the few people she could turn to while growing up, before her death five years previously.
    As she watched him intently, eating the delicious food she prepared, he suddenly looked over at her, catching her staring at him and smiling with an almost knowing mocking look. “I’ve been trying to get in touch with Alexis, care to tell me where he is?”, he asked her softly, his eyes holding hers, now with a purposeful look in them.
    “Probably running off to marry my poor misguided sister”, she bit back, seeing a look of irritation move over his face.  “So you are still holding onto your ridiculous story?”, he said softly, an icy note coming to his voice.  “It would be better for you Diona if you were to tell me, because Alexis is like a child, and without you he is very likely to do something stupid”
    Diona laughed softly, causing him to frown, a look of annoyance on his face,  “Without me?”, she mocked him gently, “You think a little gold digger like me could control your oh-so-perfect brother?”, she asked, a small thoughtful look coming to her eyes.  “Well maybe they are perfect for each other after all”, she laughed, sitting back in her seat.  “Now why don’t you let me go Nikias so I can call my sister and put an end to all this nonsense?”
    She heard him sighing angrily as he finished his breakfast, lifting their plates and placing them into the dishwasher, partly to hide the strange sensation he felt from first hearing her speak his name.  However, her words also irritated him; Nikias moved over to her.  “So you continue to stick to this story of yours?”, he asked as she stood up beside him, nodding her head.
    “Well in that case you won’t mind if I do this”, he said, his arms moving forward so quickly, taking