of her and blocked the view completely.
‘Thank you,’ she said begrudgingly as she reached for the lunchbox.
‘You’re welcome,’ countered Nico dryly, everything about him telegraphing a warning about flirting with handsome strangers, even ones he’d just introduced.
Nico was all Greek and wholly protective of the womenfolk in the family. Serena was half Australian and born and raised in Melbourne, and his protective streak rankled even as it amused her. ‘So …’ Given that the flying one wasn’t here for her entertainment he was probably here for business. She put the lunchbox beside the chair, got to her feet, and set about taking care of it. ‘Care to rent a Vespa, Pete Bennett?’ He looked like a man who appreciated a lick of speed. Not that a fifty cc two stroke was going to provide a great deal of that. ‘It just so happens I can let you have the second fastest bike on the island.’
‘What happened to the fastest bike?’
‘That would be my ride.’
‘He’s not here for a bike,’ said Nico.
‘Then why is he here?’
Pete Bennett answered the question himself. ‘I’m looking for a room.’
‘Tomas’s room,’ added Nico.
Tomas was the grizzled old charter helicopter pilot who had first claim on the bedsit at the back of her grandparents’ cottage whenever his customers elected to overnight on the island. ‘Tomas’s helicopter landed first thing this morning and hasn’t left yet,’ she countered. She knew this on account of her close personal relationship with the sky. ‘What happens if he wants to stay over?’
‘Tomas is in hospital with his leg broken in two places,’ said Pete. ‘I’m filling in for him for a time.’
‘Oh.’ Serena felt a slow smile begin to spread across her face again, she couldn’t help it. ‘You really can fly. As in forty-five minutes to Athens. Five hours to Rome. I’m very impressed. Why didn’t you say so earlier?’
‘I did,’ he said, and to Nico, ‘How long has she been here?’
‘Too long.’ Nico eyed her narrowly. ‘And she doesn’t always stay in the shade.’
Pete Bennett’s lips twitched and Serena favoured both men with a narrow eyed glare of her own. ‘The shade is the size of a postage stamp. This island is the size of an envelope. You sit here for five months solid and see how well you cope.’
‘I offered to swap,’ said Nico. ‘I offered to mix it up. A day on the boat here and there, but no …’ He shook his head sadly. ‘The daughter of a Melbourne fishmonger with family holdings that include three trawlers, six seafood outlets, and two restaurants, and she doesn’t like fish.’
‘You don’t eat fish?’ asked Pete Bennett.
‘Wash your mouth out,’ she said. ‘I just don’t like catching and preparing fish, that’s all. Gutting them, scaling them, boning them, that sort of thing. Nothing wrong with eating them. We do a lot of that around here.’ But back to business. ‘So you want the same deal as Tomas?’
‘That’s the plan,’ he said. ‘If it’s all right by you, that is. Nico wanted to run it past you before he agreed.’
‘Fine by me.’ Serena slid her cousin a sideways glance. ‘You didn’t need to ask.’
‘He’s younger than Tomas,’ said Nico with a shrug.
True.
‘And single,’ said Nico.
Serena felt her lips tilt. The good news just kept coming.
‘Might set tongues wagging, what with the grandparents away and me leaving for work so early in the mornings,’ said Nico next.
There was that. But she was feeling rebellious when it came to the gossip mafia. She’d done nothing but behave since coming to the island and still the gossips watched her every move as if she were about to run amok at any minute. ‘Let them wag.’ She eyed Pete Bennett speculatively. ‘Although we may need to tweak the deal somewhat to preserve my honour and accommodate your youth. I usually make Tomas’s bed up for him. You can make your own.’
‘Oh, that’s cruel.’ Pete Bennett shook his head and turned to Nico. ‘I thought you said she had a good heart?’
‘I lied,’ muttered Nico. ‘Take it as a warning. Women are cruel, as cruel as the sea and twice as unforgiving. Sirens all of them, luring innocent men to their doom.’
Definitely not Nico’s usual take on the world. Usually Nico embraced the notion that women were there to be cared for. He had a sweet streak a mile wide, did Nico. Thoughtfully, Serena studied her cousin. He looked much the same as usual. Same kind brown eyes, strong handsome face, and sinewy body. The unhappiness lurking within those eyes, however, ran deeper than usual. ‘You’ve been arguing with Chloe again,’ she deduced finally. Chloe ran the island’s largest hotel and was the bane of Nico’s otherwise peaceful island existence.
‘Did you hear me argue?’ Nico asked Pete. ‘Did I make any comment whatsoever that could be construed as an argument?’
‘Nope,’ said Pete with a shake of his head. ‘You did not.’
‘Uh-huh,’ she said. ‘So what exactly weren’t you arguing about?’
Nico scowled. ‘The usual.’
Which meant they’d been arguing about Chloe’s nephew, Sam. No quick fixes there. ‘How bad was it?’
Nico looked away, looked out to sea. ‘Breeze is picking up. Figure I’ll take the catamaran out this afternoon. Don’t wait dinner for me.’
Bad. ‘I’ll save you some,’ she told him. ‘And make sure you eat it when you come in.’
Nico looked back at her and this time his smile did reach his eyes. ‘Tomorrow I’ll bring you another beach umbrella. A bigger one.’
He would too. ‘And dinner with pilot Pete here? Shall I feed him or send him down to the village?’ Tomas usually ate with them. Pilot Pete might have other ideas.
‘I trust him.’ Nico shot a warning glance in Pete’s direction. ‘A man of honour would not abuse my hospitality.’
‘Are you a man of honour, Pete Bennett?’ she asked him.
‘I can be,’ he said with another one of those lazy grins that made breathing a challenge.
‘I’ll dress platonic,’ she told him. Honourable or not, she was looking forward to his company at dinner.
‘Appreciated,’ he murmured.
‘Dinner’s at seven,’ she said as a pair of likely customers rounded the bend of the road and headed towards them. ‘The kitchen door’s the one on the other side of the courtyard, directly opposite your door. The picnic table in the middle of the courtyard’s the dining room.’ She
