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      ‘Yes, except for the occasional trip into Athens. My father wanted to keep me sheltered.’ Her mouth twisted. ‘He was a very old-fashioned man.’

      ‘Do you miss him?’ Alekos asked, and Iolanthe heard a note in his tone that she couldn’t quite decipher. She didn’t think she liked it.

      ‘Yes, although sometimes I think I miss what we could have had if...if things had been different.’

      ‘You mean if we...’ He gestured between them, and then to Niko.

      ‘Yes.’ She bit her lip. ‘He was so angry and disappointed in me, and I’m not sure I can even blame him. But even though I disappointed him, he loved Niko.’ She smiled at her son bent over his laptop. ‘For that alone I can’t hold anything against him. And Niko adored my father.’ Talos’s admittedly sporadic attention had been a balm after Lukas’s continuous rejection. ‘His death affected him badly.’

      Alekos didn’t say anything for a moment, his hooded gaze remaining on the sea. ‘Your mother died when you were young,’ he stated finally.

      ‘Yes.’ She slanted him a questioning glance. ‘How did you know that?’

      ‘I read it in a business journal.’ His mouth twisted. ‘“Talos Petrakis the Family Man”.’

      ‘He was a family man,’ she defended. Now she really didn’t like his tone. ‘Just a very traditional one.’ And she’d chafed against the bonds of duty her father had put on her. Still, she didn’t want Alekos criticising him, for Niko’s sake if not her own.

      Alekos nodded, shifting restlessly, his hands tightening on the railing. ‘Of course.’ He didn’t sound as if he believed her. ‘Anyway, it must have been difficult to grow up without a mother.’

      ‘I never knew anything else.’ She glanced at him, trying to assess his mood. He’d seemed relaxed when he’d first joined her at the railing, but now he looked tense. ‘From what you said the other night, it seems like you grew up with neither.’

      ‘That’s correct.’ He made it sound as if she’d got a right answer on a maths test.

      ‘It must have been very hard for you,’ Iolanthe persisted. Having this conversation made her realise how little she knew this man—and how much she now wanted to. Understanding him a bit better could only help their dealings with each other...whatever those ended up being.

      ‘It was what it was,’ Alekos answered, squinting as he looked out at the glittering horizon.

      ‘You said that before, but it doesn’t really mean anything.’ Alekos just shrugged. Clearly he didn’t like talking about himself, or at least about his childhood. She decided to change the subject. ‘Did you make some headway with Niko?’

      ‘A beginning. He seems wary of me. Distrustful, even.’

      ‘He’s wary of everyone. You shouldn’t take it personally.’

      Alekos nodded slowly, but the answer didn’t seem to satisfy him. With a sinking feeling Iolanthe wondered if Alekos would be on a mission to change Niko or try to fix him. She wanted Alekos to accept and even love their son for who he was, but she knew that would take time.

      ‘So tell me where we’re going,’ she said, injecting a note of brightness into her voice. ‘I heard “private island” but not much else.’

      Alekos turned to her with a smiling glance, and for a few seconds Iolanthe could only blink under that topaz gaze. It had her tumbling back ten years, preening shyly under his masculine admiration. She had to remind herself that the situation was very different. She was different.

      ‘I suppose one private island in the Aegean is quite like another,’ he said with a little laugh.

      ‘I wouldn’t know.’

      His smiling glance morphed into a frown of surprise. ‘You’ve been on Callos’s island, haven’t you?’

      ‘No. It was for business only. Entertaining clients, that sort of thing. It used to belong to my father, and he gave it to Lukas before he died. But it was never meant to be a family home.’

      Alekos’s frown deepened. ‘But it was in your family for generations.’

      ‘You seem to know a great deal about my family,’ Iolanthe returned, her voice coming out a little more sharply than she’d intended.

      ‘Not as much as I thought.’ Alekos’s gaze rested on her thoughtfully, and Iolanthe’s mouth twisted wryly.

      ‘You thought I was a spoiled princess.’ She sighed as she stared out at the shimmering sea. ‘I suppose in some ways I was. My father was strict but growing up in the country I had plenty of freedom and luxury, lonely as it was. But since marrying Lukas...’ She pressed her lips together, not wanting to mention her marriage. The unhappiness that had burrowed deeper and deeper, a canker that by the end had poisoned everything.

      ‘You weren’t happy in your marriage,’ Alekos stated quietly, and wordlessly Iolanthe shook her head. She didn’t trust herself to say anything more.

      Alekos rested his hand over hers on the railing, the contact jolting her right down to her toes. ‘This is a new start, Iolanthe. It can be. For all of us.’

      She looked up at him, achingly conscious of the feel of his skin on hers. ‘Do you need a new start?’

      ‘I want to have one with you and Niko.’

      Too unsettled by his surprising honesty to reply, Iolanthe slid her hand out from under his. ‘I should go check on Niko.’

      Alekos glanced back at Niko, who was still immersed in his laptop. ‘He’s fine—’

      Iolanthe didn’t answer, just hurried towards her son. What did Alekos mean, a new start for all of them? What was he envisioning? When he’d first proposed marriage, Iolanthe had envisioned a loveless union created for expediency’s sake. Just as her marriage to Lukas had been.

      But for a moment, with Alekos’s hand on hers, she’d felt as if he’d been suggesting something else. Something more, something that harked back to that first magical night. And some desperate part of her soul longed for that.

      ‘How’s the app?’ Iolanthe asked as she slid on the bench across from Niko. ‘Still tracking zombies?’

      Niko gave a little shake of his head. ‘I finished that one.’

      ‘What do you do with your apps, Niko?’ Iolanthe didn’t really understand the world her son inhabited, of online gaming and mobile apps and the rest of it. She barely used her mobile phone; she had few friends to call. Caring for Niko and being married to Lukas had completely limited her social interactions.

      Niko shrugged. ‘Nothing much. Show them to some people online.’

      ‘Maybe you could market them,’ Iolanthe suggested. ‘Sell them through Petra Innovation.’

      Niko hunched his shoulders, shooting her a dark look before looking away. ‘Father wasn’t interested СКАЧАТЬ