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The P.I.
Cara Summers
MILLS & BOON
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To the current men in my life—who all happen to be brothers! I love you all!
To my sons—Kevin, Brian and Brendan (You’re lucky because, like the Angelis brothers, you each have two brothers!)
To my grandson Andrew (You’re lucky, too, because you have a great sister!)
To my nephew Nick (You’re lucky enough to have two great sisters!)
To my nephews Ryan and Conor (I love you, too!)
And especially to my own brother, Andy (You have two sisters, but we’re the lucky ones!)
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Prologue
Thursday, August 27—near midnight
I N THE TOWER ROOM on the top floor of her house, Cass Angelis sat at her rosewood desk and prepared to see the future.
Laurel leaves burned in a glass bowl, candlelight flickered on the walls and the music of Yolanda Kondonassis, the Greek harpist, flowed around her. Her ability as a seer came as naturally to Cass as gardening or cooking came to other women. In her younger years, she’d used her abilities to help anyone who came to her. It was only after her husband Demetrius’s death that she’d begun to charge for her services, and over the last eighteen years, she’d built up enough of a reputation in the San Francisco area to make a comfortable living.
But tonight she had no client. Tonight her concern was for her family. Her son, Dino, who was serving his country in the Navy, her nephews, Nik, Theo and Kit, and her niece, Philly—she wasn’t sure which one or ones the Fates would offer choices to. All she was sure of was that choices would be offered this weekend. The small china clock on the mantel read two minutes to midnight—the witching hour. Not that Cass was a witch, not by a long shot. She couldn’t have whipped up a spell to save her life. But she did have insights into what the Fates might weave into a person’s future.
Might weave because it was always up to the individual to embrace or try to escape their destiny.
Her gift of sight had been inherited from her great-grandmother, Ariel Andropoulis, who’d claimed that her powers could be traced all the way back to Apollo’s Oracle at Delphi. Cass liked to believe that was true. On occasions like tonight she even burned laurel leaves the way Apollo’s priestesses had. But the only thing she was certain of was that psychic powers ran in her family, especially in the females.
Her sister had possessed the ability to “see,” too, and although Cass knew that Penelope had passed it on in some form to all four of her children, it was only Philly who acknowledged and used her gift.
Cass glanced at the latest family portrait that her nephews and niece had given her for her birthday last month. She was in the same chair she sat in now. Her brother-in-law Spiro stood to her left. Philly sat on the arm of the chair and Nik, Theo and Kit stood behind and to her right. Dino hadn’t been there for the photo. Currently, he was stationed in the Gulf. All of the Angelis men loved the sea, but Dino had been most susceptible to its lure. From when he was a little boy, she’d sensed that one day he would leave, so she hadn’t been surprised when he’d applied to Annapolis.
Cass continued to study the family photo. The Angelis men were all beautiful—tall, dark and handsome, just as her husband, Demetrius, had been and, for just a moment, she allowed herself to drift backward to the past.
When she and Penelope had graduated from high school, their father had taken them to Greece. He’d intended to put them in touch with their heritage, but she and Penelope had “known” that the visit to Greece would offer them much more.
Cass’s mind filled with images of Ionic columns, marble statues and theatres built into sloping hillsides. Although she and Penelope had been fascinated by the history, the culture and the literature of the country, it had been the sea that had drawn them the most. They’d dragged their father to just about every fishing village along the coast, and it had been in one of them that they’d met Spiro and Demetrius Angelis.
For both her sister and herself, it had been a case of love at first sight. Still, Cass wasn’t certain that she and Penelope would have had the courage to grab what the Fates had offered them. Luckily, the two Angelis brothers had taken the decision out of their hands by following them back to San Francisco. With her father’s help, they’d opened their own restaurant, The Poseidon. For a time, Cass had known what it was like to love and be truly loved in return.
With a sigh, she shifted her gaze to a picture of Demetrius. She knew all too well that the Fates were fickle. What they gave could be snatched away at any time, but
