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“There’s no point in pursuing her. My prison term will be over in three weeks.”
    Carlos rolled his eyes. “You’re not in prison, muchacho . Besides, a lot can happen in three weeks.”
    Robby finished his glass. He wasn’t the sort of man who could indulge in a casual fling. When he was
    attracted to a woman, there was nothing casual about it. And he was definitely attracted to this woman.
    The minute he’d laid eyes upon her, the world had screeched to a halt around him. He’d forgotten he was on
    vacation and due to leave soon. He’d forgotten it was the wee hours of the morning and not a proper time to
    approach a lone woman. He’d forgotten he was a stranger dressed in sweaty gym clothes and likely to frighten
    her. Hell, he’d even forgotten he was a vampire and had no business getting involved with a mortal. He’d simply
    been drawn to her.
    And then, suddenly, she’d disappeared. He’d sprinted all the way home, wondering if he’d just imagined her.
    After all, he’d jogged down that beach every night for the past three months. If she lived in that house, why
    hadn’t he seen her before?
    “If you see her again, you should talk to her,” Carlos said as he strode from the kitchen. “A beautiful woman
    might be just the therapy you need.”
    might be just the therapy you need.”
    “I doona need therapy,” Robby grumbled. He just needed revenge. Three months of exercise had whipped
    him back into shape, and he was ready to go. Ready to leave this wretched island and hunt Casimir down.
    The angel’s lovely face floated back into his mind, erasing the image of his enemy. She had to be real. A
    mere dream couldn’t have affected him this strongly. He had to see her again. Even when there were a dozen
    reasons why he should avoid her, he’d still try to see her again.
    Maybe he did need therapy after all.

    It was past three in the morning when Olivia finally fell asleep. Unfortunately, it was Sunday morning, and her
    grandmother woke her at dawn so they could go to church. Apparently if she didn’t go, everyone in Grikos would
    say bad things about her.
    Afterward, Olivia was put to work in the kitchen, helping her grandmother cook an enormous amount of food,
    and then, surprise! Two of Yia Yia’s best friends showed up for dinner with their eligible sons. Olivia was
    cordial, but disappointed that neither of them had red hair. Luckily, their English was as limited as her Greek, so
    she didn’t have to talk much. Her mind kept wandering back to the man on the beach. Who was he? Would he
    be back tonight?
    By nine o’clock in the evening, jet lag and sleep deprivation caught up with her, and she stumbled off to bed.
    As she pulled the blanket up to her chin, she told herself she’d only take a short nap. She’d be in the courtyard
    at 1:00 A.M., waiting for the mysterious jogger to pass by.
    She blinked awake when sunlight poured into her window. “Oh no!”
    She sat up and looked at her bedside clock. Eight-thirty in the morning? Damn. She slipped the red booties
    onto her feet and shuffled into the kitchen.
    “There you are, sleepyhead.” Her grandmother was stirring something on the stove. “I’ve already been to the
    bakery. There’s fresh bread on the table next to the honey jar. I’ll bring you a cup of tea.”
    “Thank you.” Olivia sat down and cut off a thick slice of bread. As she reached for the honey jar, she noticed
    the narrow vase in the center of the table with a single red rosebud. “I didn’t know you grew roses.”
    “I don’t. You can’t eat them.” Eleni set a cup of tea on the table and regarded her with a gleam in her eye. “I
    think you have a secret admirer.”
    Olivia blinked. “Me?”
    “Who do you think he is? Giorgios or Dimitrios?” Eleni referred to the men who’d come over the day before.
    “I don’t know.” Olivia’s mind had immediately snapped to the mysterious jogger with red hair and intense
    eyes. Could it be him? She reached out