was four and her husband and my mother had been taken from us in a tragic boating accident. In many ways, she was the only mother I’d ever known.
The door swung open and Aunt Cass smiled. “I’ve been expecting you.”
I glanced over to a sitting area and spotted a teapot and cups on the coffee table. Of course she’d been expecting me. Aunt Cass had been one of the most well-known and successful psychics in the San Francisco area even before my older brother Nik got himself engaged to J. C. Reilly, the mayor’s daughter, and her business had increased by almost fifty percent.
Next to the tea tray, I saw the crystals that Aunt Cass frequently used to help her see into the future. Over a month ago she’d foreseen the dangerous adventure that my brothers were going to have on one fateful weekend and she’d known that they would each meet the woman they were destined for.
Oddly enough, my brothers’ good fortune in finding their true loves had had a ripple effect on other members of the Angelis family. My dad had finally gotten engaged to Helena, and my aunt Cass had met and begun to date two men—Mason Leone, who headed up security for the Oliver family, and Charlie Galvin, the police commissioner. Roman and I seemed to be the only ones romantically unaffected by the events of that weekend.
Aunt Cass drew me over to the couch. While she poured tea, she said, “You’re hurting.”
“Yes.” I took the cup she handed me and set it down. “But I don’t want to be. I hate the fact that I am.”
“This is about Roman.”
I glanced at the crystals, then at Aunt Cass. “You know.”
She nodded as she sipped tea from her cup. “All wounds heal.”
I opened my mouth and then shut it. If anyone had the experience of that, Aunt Cass did. She’d lost her husband, Demetrius, the one true love of her life, nineteen years ago. And her son, Dino, had been gone for two years serving in the navy.
“Okay. I can accept that. But I want to hurry the healing along. I can’t concentrate. I mixed up two dinner reservations at the Poseidon last night. And this morning I couldn’t focus when Mrs. Trumble brought her cat, Esmerelda, in to see Dr. Wilson. Neither she nor Esmerelda were happy campers when they left, and Dr. Wilson had already told me that I seem distracted lately. I want to get Roman Oliver out of my system and get on with my life.”
With a smile, Aunt Cass studied me. “Of all Penelope’s children, you’ve always been the most impatient. Have you told Roman how you feel about him?”
“Yes. A month ago, I told him I wanted to make love with him.”
“Of course you did,” Aunt Cass murmured. “You’re always so decisive.”
I looked at her then and for the first time I saw a trace of uncertainty in her eyes. Aunt Cass never seemed to be uncertain. “What is it? Do you think I did the wrong thing?”
“No, I wasn’t thinking about you. I was thinking that I wish I could make decisions and act on them as easily as you do.”
“This is about Mason Leone and Charlie Galvin, isn’t it?”
Cass sighed. “I can’t keep juggling them forever—it’s not fair. And I can’t seem to see anything in the crystals.”
I studied my aunt with interest. She was blushing, and she actually looked flustered. I took both of her hands in mine. “I don’t think you should pressure yourself. You haven’t dated anyone since Uncle Demetrius died. Take your time. Enjoy both of them. I’ll bet that’s why you’re not seeing anything in the crystals. When the time is right, you will.”
Cass leaned over to kiss my cheek. “Thank you. Now tell me more about Roman. What did he say when you told him you wanted to make love with him?”
Temper and frustration streamed through me as it did whenever I let myself recall what had happened in Roman’s hospital room that day. Rising, I strode to a space near one of the long, narrow windows where I could pace. “He said that his feelings for me were brotherly. And even if they weren’t, we couldn’t have a…sexual relationship because I’m Kit’s sister—or something stupid like that. He didn’t want to hurt me.”
“It sounds like he cares a great deal for you.”
I turned and strode back to the sofa. “He cares for me the way he cares for his sisters. And I know what they mean to him. Sadie and Juliana have told me how he stepped in and tried to fill their parents’ shoes after their mother died. They hardly ever saw their father, but Roman was always there for them. The problem is that my feelings for him aren’t sisterly at all. They never have been. And I refuse to be the kind of woman who spends her life pining away for a man who doesn’t want her. Stuff that.”
Aunt Cass picked up her tea and took a sip. “So what’s your plan?”
For the first time since I’d entered the room, I felt some of my tension ease. Of course, Aunt Cass would know I had a plan. I sat back down on the couch next to her. “I’ve decided to go to Greece and have a fling with a sexy Greek man.”
Aunt Cass didn’t bat an eye. “Why Greece?”
I leaned forward. “Because that’s where you and mom found Uncle Demetrius and Dad. It was love at first sight. And that’s where Dad met Helena, so there must be something magical about Greece when it comes to our family. I figure that if anything can get me out of this rut I’ve fallen into with Roman, a trip to Greece will do it.”
Cass took another sip of tea, and this time I joined her.
“So you want to go to Greece to find your true love.”
I frowned. “No way. I just want to find someone very sexy to have a fling with so that I can forget Roman Oliver. I spoke with a travel agent today and she’s looking for a cheap flight. The sooner I get this taken care of, the better.”
CASS ANGELIS LEANED back and once again studied her niece. How wonderful that Philly’s plan coincided so perfectly with her own. A little vacation, a trip to Greece, was just what she’d seen in her crystals last night. “I have a suggestion. Why don’t I call your father’s cousin Miranda? She operates a little hotel—the Villa Prospero—along the coastline of Corfu.”
Philly’s eyes lit up. “Isn’t that the place that Dad and Helena just visited on their honeymoon?”
Cass nodded. “I’m sure she’d love to have you.” And being family, Cass knew that Miranda would look out for Philly. Her niece had a tendency to rush headlong into things. And Philly’s father and brothers would feel better about the trip if she visited family.
“How soon can I leave?”
Cass shook her head and smiled. “You never were one to let the grass grow under your feet. As soon as I check with Miranda, you can book your flight.”
Philly wrapped her arms around Cass and hugged her hard. “Thanks, Aunt Cass.”
Once her niece had left, Cass picked up a few of the crystals that had been sitting on the table. She could only hope that she hadn’t made a mistake in suggesting the Villa Prospero to Philly. At midnight, she’d seen in the crystals Philly standing on a white sand beach. But she’d also seen blood
