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walking would do her good and help bring her out of her depression.
    As she got up to leave, the man who’d been at the desk walked into the room. “Ms. Walsh? I’m sorry I took so long. It seems Kyrie Vassalos is out of the country and won’t be back in the foreseeable future. I’m sorry.” He gave her back the snapshots.
    So, it was just as Stephanie had thought. She would have handed him one of her business cards from Crystal River Water Tours, where she took tourists and groups on swimming tours. But at the last second she thought better of it. For their unborn child’s sake, she hoped Dev would be curious enough to find her on his own.
    “Thank you for your time.”
    “You’re welcome,” he said with a smile.
    After putting the pictures in her purse, she left the office and walked down the hallway to the entrance of the building. If she hurried, she’d be in time to make the next boat going back to Chios. Her trip hadn’t been wasted. She’d done her duty for her child. That was all that really mattered.
    She made her way through picturesque winding streets paved with slabs. En route she passed mansions and villas with tiled roofs built in the Aegean island architectural style. Dev lived in one of those mansions, but she feared she’d never see the home where he’d grown up, and they’d never share anything again.
    Stephanie kept going until she arrived at the landing area, where she sat on a bench and raised her face to the sun. This island was its own paradise. Evidently the lure of scuba diving had caused Dev to leave it. Being born here, he would have been a water baby, which explained his natural prowess above and below the surface.
    Was he a true playboy? Or maybe a hardworking shipping tycoon who took his pleasure on occasion where he could find it around the world, as in the Caribbean? She knew nothing about him. He might even have a wife and children.
    Stephanie shuddered to think she could have been with a married man. If that were the case, she would never forgive herself for sleeping with someone else’s husband. If he had a wife, it could only hurt her to see Stephanie’s business card. She was glad she hadn’t left it.
    Face it. You took a huge risk being with him at all.
    Disturbed by her thoughts, she reached in her purse for some food to help abate her nausea. She ate a sandwich and drank some bottled water she’d brought with her. The doctor told her she needed to eat regularly, to maintain her health. For once she was hungry, probably because she finally knew Dev Harris was a Vassalos and could be reached here.
    After finishing her sandwich, she pulled out a small bag of grapes she’d purchased in a fruit market. On impulse she offered to share them with an older woman who’d just sat down by her.
    The woman smiled and took a few. “Thank you,” she said in heavily accented English.
    “Please take more if you like.”
    She nodded. “You are a tourist?”
    “No. I came to visit someone, but he wasn’t here.”
    “Ah. I wait for a friend.”
    “Do you live here?”
    “Yes.”
    Stephanie’s pulse raced. “Do you know the Vassalos family?”
    “Who doesn’t! That’s one of their boats.” She pointed to a beautiful white boat, probably forty-five to fifty feet long, docked in the marina. “Why do you ask?”
    “It’s their son I came to see.”
    “They have two sons. One works here. The other I never see. He’s always away.”
    Did that mean he was always doing family business elsewhere?
    Unable to sit there after that news, Stephanie got to her feet. Maybe all wasn’t lost yet. “It’s been very nice talking to you. Keep the grapes. I think I’ll take a walk until the boat gets here.”
    Without wasting another second, she headed in the direction of the moored craft. Maybe one of the crew would tell her where she could reach Dev. She’d come this far....
    Closer now, she realized it was a small state-of-the-art recreational yacht, the luxurious kind she