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facing her.
    The last thing she saw before they turned off their lights was the bone structure of his striking eastern Macedonian features. He was fiercely male,
all
of him.
    Just thinking about all of him made her swallow hard. She felt the cool darkness enshroud them. If she was nervous and disturbed, it wasn’t because they were in a cave that was black as pitch. Something had happened to her from the moment Stavros Konstantinos had alighted from his car looking like a Greek statue come to life. It was so strange because she hadn’t been interested in any man since Ferrante.
    â€œDo you know what a rare creature you are?” His whisper came out of the darkness.
    Her body trembled in reaction. “Why do you say that?” she whispered back.
    â€œBecause your behavior is so perfect, you’ve forced me to break the silence in order to tell you so.”
    Andrea couldn’t help but smile. “I learned early in life that most men don’t like chatter. Of course, my father isn’t like most men. I loved him and always wanted to go with him wherever he was sent.”
    â€œIs he waiting for you in Thessaloniki?”
    â€œNo. He stays in a village near the Skouries mine for three weeks at a time. Then he comes to our furnished apartment in the city to see me for a week. While I’m at the office, he cooks up a storm for us. I take time off when he arrives so we can explore the sites together.”
    â€œYour father never married again?”
    â€œI once asked him that question because he’s had his share of girlfriends. He told me that because he has to move around the globe every so often, he decided it would be too difficult to be married. Plus, he said, I was the only child he wanted.”
    â€œI can understand that. Both his reasons make perfect sense. Would you have liked a stepmother?”
    No one had ever asked her that question. “I don’t know, since I never grew up with my own mother. To be honest, I didn’t care for some of his girlfriends and they didn’t care for me, so I’m glad he didn’t marry one of them.”
    She could hear a change in his breathing. “How old are you, Andrea?”
    â€œTwenty-six. And you?” she fired back, growing more curious to know everything about him.
    â€œThirty-two. Tell me about the man you were going to marry.”
    He’d changed the subject fast.
    â€œFerrante was Italian-Swiss from Ticino. He came from a large family with five brothers and sisters of whom he was the eldest. I’ve never met anyone so happy and friendly. Some people have a sunny spirit. He was one of them.”
    In the silence that followed, a warm hand reached out and found one of hers to squeeze. “I’m sorry you lost him.”
    His sincerity reached the deepest part inside her, but Andrea wished he hadn’t touched her. Still, she didn’t pull away because she didn’t want to offend him when he was trying to give her comfort.
    â€œI’m much better these days. What about you? Do you have a girlfriend?”
    He removed the hand that had spread warmth through her body. “Like your father, I’ve had my share.”
    â€œBut so far you’ve stopped short of marriage.”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œThat
yes
sounded emphatic,” she observed. “With a last name like yours, I guess you can’t be too careful.”
    â€œYour perceptiveness must be a gift you were born with.”
    â€œI think it’s the influence of my rather cynical father.”
    â€œSo he
does
have one flaw...” His response sounded almost playful. “I was beginning to worry.”
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œA perfect father is hard to live up to.”
    â€œAre we talking about mine?”
    She was waiting for his answer when she heard a faint noise. Andrea supposed it could be a rodent running around, but she hoped it was Darren and jumped to her feet. In the process, her body