you?’ he countered darkly.
‘No.’
Nico scowled. ‘I’ll join you,’ he said to them abruptly.
Pete nodded, as if he’d expected no less, and started clearing plates and empty glasses from the table, carrying them into the kitchen while Nico helped Chloe and Sam gather their belongings ready for departure. Better, much better.
‘What time are you heading out in the morning?’ she asked him lightly as he set the dishes on the sink. No pressure. No clinging. Much.
‘Around ten. My clients want to go to Santorini.’
Santorini. Plenty of night-life in Santorini. ‘Staying overnight there, are you?’
‘Yeah.’ He leaned forward and kissed her cheek.
‘What was that?’
‘Discreet.’
Oh. She thought of him not being around tomorrow, or the day after that. Thought of the pleasure to be found in his kisses and decided to scrap discretion and go with need instead. She ached for his touch, for what it could bring, and she dumped her own armful of dishes into the sink, stepped in close and touched her lips to his, teasing at first, and then ravenously hungry as she dragged them deeper and deeper into uncharted waters.
‘I’ll call you,’ he said raggedly when at last the kiss ended. ‘I’ll be back. Soon. As soon as I can.’
‘I’ll be here,’ she said and felt her heart tremble. ‘For the next couple of weeks.’
Pete called her mid-afternoon the following day.
‘Where are you?’ she wanted to know.
‘Sitting in a café in Santorini, reading the paper.’
Lucky him. She was sitting beneath the beach umbrella beside the Vespa shed.
‘How do you feel about working for a fashion photography house in New York?’ he asked her.
‘Unenthusiastic.’ She leaned back in her chair. ‘Although it does satisfy the requirement of being some distance from my family.’
‘Just checking,’ he said. ‘Wedding photographer in Vegas?’
‘Only if I’d be working for Elvis.’
‘It’s possible.’ She could feel the smile in his voice, closed her eyes and let it warm her through. ‘Okay, here’s something you might be more interested in. It’s a photography competition and it’s global. They want you to capture and celebrate the essence of humanity.’
‘I’m listening.’
‘I’m glad. I’ll bring you the details.’
‘When?’
‘Soon.’
Serena sighed. She knew what soon meant. It meant he had no idea when he’d be back. ‘Enjoy Santorini. It’s a pretty place.’
‘You’re prettier,’ he said, and disconnected.
He phoned her again the following day. This time she was ready for him.
‘What are you doing?’ Pete asked her.
‘The crossword in The Sydney Morning Herald.’ She was sitting in her usual place beneath the beach umbrella by the old Vespa shed, but time was passing more quickly this morning. ‘A British rock god needs a helicopter pilot to keep on retainer.’
‘Just shoot me now,’ he said.
‘Just checking. There’s also a need for a medivac helicopter pilot along the Northern Australian seaboard.’
Silence.
‘I’m sensing some reluctant interest in that one,’ she said with a grin. ‘I’ll keep the paper for you. Meanwhile I have a job interview in Athens tomorrow with a big daily newspaper. They’re after a photojournalist who can cover politics one day and human-interest stories the next. It sounds promising.’
‘How are you getting there?’ he asked her.
‘I thought I’d take the ferry.’
‘I can get you there faster than a ferry,’ he muttered.
He could get her there faster than anybody on the planet, and she was pretty sure he knew it. ‘Are you free tomorrow? I could hire your charter services.’
‘You can have them for free. When’s your interview?’
‘Four in the afternoon.’
‘I’ll come for you at midday. We can go out for a meal afterwards. Spend the night in Athens. If you’ve a mind to.’
‘I’d love to.’ She already had a teenager from the village organised to take charge of the Vespas for a day. Why not for two days? She had good reason, and heaven help her she had a fierce need to spend some time alone with Pete without having to be discreet about it. ‘I’ve missed you, flyboy.’
‘I want you in my arms again,’ he told her, with a rasp to his voice that set her skin to tingling. ‘Preferably sitting on my lap.’
He wasn’t the only one. ‘Am I naked?’
‘Very.’
‘Are you naked?’
‘I’m at the airport in Athens. If I was I’d be arrested.’
‘So … I’ll see you tomorrow, then?’
‘I’ll come for you,’ he said.
She was counting on it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
THERE was a world of difference between life on a sleepy Greek island and the vibrant energy that came with being in the middle of a major city. People moved faster, talked louder, dressed smarter and for the most part looked a whole lot tenser. Six months ago Serena would have thrived on the bustle and the crowds. Now she found it slightly unnerving.
Or maybe it was just the thought of the up-coming job interview that unnerved her.
She and Pete were standing outside the newsgroup building. It was almost time to head inside. She’d gathered her hair up into an elegant chignon and had donned a charcoal-grey business suit for the occasion. She looked good. If her portfolio of work was any sharper it’d grow fangs and bite someone. The only thing missing was her enthusiasm for walking through those double glass doors.
‘Time to go, Rena,’ he said as she looked at the doors for the tenth time in half as many minutes.
‘How do I look?’ she asked him.
‘Smart. Sophisticated.
