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the town and I’ve been too distracted by Eros to notice. Stucco buildings with tile roofs line the shore and olive trees cover the arid hillsides, which have been painted pink by the rising sun. We’ve nearly reached the mouth of the bay. Beyond a wide swath of sea sits a row of hazy mountains. The Greek mainland, I presume.
    We’re headed out to the Ionian Sea. There’s no escape. I’m way too far from the hotel to dive overboard and swim back. I’m sitting on a beanbag chair beside a hot Greek guy who has just insulted my country and everyone who lives there. I won’t stand for this. I’ll set him straight once and for all so that he understands that he can’t get away with this shit.
     

 
     
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
     
    I clench my fists and glare at him. “Thank you for the geography lesson, but going back to what you were saying about Americans. There’s something else I’d like to add. That I don’t app—”
    Libby’s shrill voice cuts in with a, “Quiet everyone. I need your attention.” Her body casts a shadow across my sun-warmed skin.
    “But, wait, I’m—“
    Libby pats me on the shoulder like a toddler. “Shush now. You’ll have to wait a bit to get back to that love fight you’re having there. We must get on with the briefing.”
    Love fight? “But...” I stop, realizing any protest will only make it more obvious I’m confused over this mix of irritation and lust I feel for Eros.
    Libby pushes past me toward the center of the deck, crouches down and unfolds a map. Everyone clusters around her, blocking my view, so I stand up and look over Maryann’s shoulder. I sense Eros is close before I crane my neck and see he’s leaning right over my shoulder. His spicy scent tinges my nostrils. Why does he have to stand so damn close to me?
    Directing my gaze at the map, I try not to think about the hot jolts of electricity ricocheting through my body. I don’t want to find his masculine scent intoxication, to give in to this ridiculous, out-of-control attraction. I want to put him in his place and stay as far away from him as possible the rest of the week.
    “As you know, mates, your hotel is situated on Lefkada Islandi in Geni over here.” She points to the now distant place along the bay before drawing her finger toward the map and pausing on a spot with a town name spelled out in Greek letters. “We just passed this little fishing village called Nidri. We will take you there for a shopping trip later this week.”
    A few of the women clap and cheer. Randy glances at Maryann and frowns. “I suppose all my money will be going there, then.”
    “Right now we’ll boat around the point to a small beach called Desimi. There you’ll do a test swim for four hundred meters. It’s important that you swim at a pace you could stay with for three to five kilometers, the distance of most of our swims. We’re using this practice swim to assign you to a group of swimmers that will be close to your speed. After that, we’ll take some time to video each of you swimming so we can give you some feedback on your stroke this afternoon after we get back to the hotel. Any questions?” A puff of wind ruffles Libby’s short blond hair, blowing a lock in her face. She shoves it away from her face with a stubby finger and cranes her neck so she can see every one of the gathered swimmers.
    “No, I think you covered everything,” says Randy.
    The boat glides through the mouth and along the shoreline. While the Greek mainland off in the distance appears brown and largely void of vegetation, I’m surprised at how lush Lefkada and some of the other small islands nearby appear. Inside the rocky perimeters of the islands are olive trees, cyprus trees, and even thick, flat-topped fir trees.
    “What’s the water temperature?” I ask. “Will I need my wet suit?”
    Libby shakes her head. “It’s been a mild summer. The water’s 28 degrees.”
    People moan and groan about the possibility of the water being too