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hair to caress my neck.
    ‘Enough of me now, I want to know about you,’ I said, distracted by his touch.
    ‘Later, Ally, later . . . You should know the effect that gorgeous French accent of yours has on me. I could listen to it all night.’ Theo propped himself up on his elbow, leant over
to kiss me full on the mouth and after that, we spoke no more.

3
    The next morning, we’d just decided to sail to Mykonos for supplies when Theo called me down from the upper sun deck to join him on the bridge.
    ‘Guess what?’ he said, looking smug.
    ‘What?’
    ‘I was just chatting on the radio to Andy, a sailing friend of mine who’s in the area on his catamaran, and he suggested we rendezvous in a bay off Delos for a drink later. He joked
that there was a bloody great superyacht called the
Titan
currently moored right by him, so I wouldn’t be able to miss him.’
    ‘The
Titan
?!’ I exclaimed. ‘Are you sure?’
    ‘Andy said it was a Benetti, and I doubt your father’s boat has a doppelgänger. He also said there was another floating palace approaching him, and he was starting to feel
claustrophobic, so he’s moved off a couple of miles to the bay around the corner. So, shall we drop aboard for a cup of tea with your dad on the way to see Andy?’ he asked me.
    ‘I’m stunned,’ I replied truthfully. ‘Pa didn’t tell me he was planning a trip down here, although I know that the Aegean is his favourite place to sail.’
    ‘To be fair, Ally, he probably wasn’t expecting you to be in such close proximity. You can double-check it’s your father’s boat through the binoculars when we get a
little closer and then radio the skipper to let them know we’re coming. It would be pretty embarrassing if it wasn’t your father’s yacht and we interrupted some Russian oligarch
with a boat full of vodka and partying prostitutes. Actually, good point.’ Theo turned towards me. ‘Your father never rents out the
Titan
, does he?’
    ‘Never,’ I replied firmly.
    ‘Right then, m’lady, take the binoculars and go back to relaxing up top, while your faithful captain takes the wheel. Give me a thumbs up through the window when you see the
Titan
and I’ll put out a message on the radio saying we’re approaching.’
    As I climbed back up to the deck and sat tensely waiting for the
Titan
to appear on the horizon, I wondered how I would feel about the man I loved most in the world meeting the man I
was growing to love more as each day passed. I thought back to whether Pa had ever met any of my previous boyfriends. Perhaps I’d introduced him once to someone I’d been having a fling
with during my time at music school in Geneva, but that was as far as it had gone. To be blunt, so far there’d never been a ‘significant other’ who I’d felt I wanted to
introduce to Pa or my family.
    Until now . . .
    Twenty minutes later, a familiar-shaped vessel came into view, and I trained my binoculars on it. And yes, it was definitely Pa’s boat. I turned over and knocked on the glass window of the
bridge behind me and gave Theo a thumbs up. He nodded and picked up the radio receiver.
    Going below to the cabin, I tamed my wind-strewn hair into a neat ponytail and donned a T-shirt and some shorts, suddenly excited to be able to turn the tables on my father and surprise
him
for a change. Back up on the bridge, I asked Theo if Hans, my father’s skipper, had radioed back yet.
    ‘No. I just put out another message, but if we don’t get a response, it looks like we’ll just have to chance it and turn up unannounced. Interesting.’ Theo picked up his
binoculars and trained them on another boat close to the
Titan
. ‘I know the owner of the other superyacht Andy mentioned. The boat’s called the
Olympus
, and it belongs
to the tycoon Kreeg Eszu. He owns Lightning Communications, a company that’s sponsored a couple of the boats I’ve captained on, so I’ve met him a few times.’
    ‘Really?’ I was fascinated.