The Power of the Legendary Greek. Catherine George

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СКАЧАТЬ Luke Andreadis appeared in the doorway in a crisp white shirt and jeans which were obviously custom made by their fit.

      ‘How do you feel now?’ he asked, his eyes on the bright hair curling loosely on her shoulders.

      ‘Cleaner.’

      ‘But you are still in pain.’ ‘Yes.’

      He picked her up with exaggerated care. ‘I will strive not to cause you more.’

      ‘Likewise, Mr Andreadis,’ she returned, holding herself rigid, face averted, as he carried her from the room.

      He frowned. ‘Likewise?’

      ‘Carrying me around can’t be doing your back much good.’

      He laughed sardonically as he descended the curving staircase into a marble-floored hall with an alcove containing a striking half-size statue of Perseus brandishing the severed head of the gorgon Medusa. ‘I will survive. You are not heavy.’

      ‘As soon as humanly possible, I’ll get back to the cottage.’

      ‘When Dr Riga says you are fit to do so,’ he said dismissively and carried her through a large plant-filled conservatory to put her in the passenger seat of the Cherokee Jeep parked at the back of the villa. Which, now she had attention to spare for it, Isobel could see was a dream of a house.

      ‘You have a beautiful home,’ she said politely as Luke got in beside her.

      ‘Efcharisto. I bought it years ago, and altered it to suit my taste. I look on it—and the beach that came with it—as my private retreat.’

      ‘Is that why you were so furious when you found me down there?’

      He lifted a shoulder. ‘Trespassers are a common occurrence.’

      She clenched her teeth. ‘Once again, I apologise.’

      It was no surprise to find that Luke Andreadis drove with panache. They swerved at speed round one dizzying bend after another on the tortuous descent until at last Isobel had to beg him to stop.

      Luke came to a screaming halt, raced round the Jeep and hauled her out, then, to her hideous embarrassment, supported her as she retched miserably over a clump of bushes at the roadside.

      ‘Can you continue now?’ he demanded as she straightened.

      ‘Yes,’ she gasped, sending up a prayer that she was right.

      He put her back in the Jeep and handed her bag over. ‘I will drive slowly the rest of the way,’ he said stiffly.

      ‘Thank you,’ she managed, the pain in her head now so unbearable again she could hardly speak.

      The doctor hurried out of the modern clinic building as they arrived, his face anxious.

      ‘You are late. I was worried.’

      ‘We had to stop on the way because Miss James was sick,’ Luke informed him. ‘I am so used to the road I drove too fast.’

      ‘Ah, poor child. Bring her in, Lukas. My radiologist is waiting, and also Nurse Pappas with a wheelchair.’

      Luke lifted Isobel out of the car to transfer her to the wheelchair, his mouth tightening as he felt her shrink from him. ‘You will obviously prefer this.’

      You bet, thought Isobel, as the friendly nurse wheeled her away. Later, after X-rays and a trying episode while her wound was thoroughly cleaned and dressed again, she was given painkillers and water, then wheeled back to the reception area.

      ‘There is no fracture to the skull or the ankle, but you are suffering from mild concussion,’ Dr Riga reported and smiled encouragingly at Isobel. ‘You need light nourishment and much rest. I will give you more medication for the headache, but take no more until bedtime. And Nurse Pappas has a crutch for you.’

      ‘Thank you,’ said Isobel gratefully, smiling at both of them.

      ‘Are you ready?’ Luke tossed the crutch in the back of the Jeep, then installed Isobel in the passenger seat. His face was so grim as he took the wheel; the drive back to the villa was accomplished in silence so tense until Isobel felt obliged, at last, to break it.

      ‘I’m very grateful for all your help, Mr Andreadis,’ she said formally. ‘Would you give me Dr Riga’s bill, please?’

      ‘I have settled it,’ he said dismissively.

      ‘Then I will pay you,’ she persisted.

      Luke Andreadis, accustomed to women who expected him to foot bills far more expensive than Dr Riga’s, shot her a scathing look. ‘I require no money from you, Miss James.’

      Isobel had no energy to argue, even though the mere thought of owing this man anything at all acted like fire on her skin—which was hot enough already.

      Once back at his house, Luke lifted Isobel out, then handed her the crutch. ‘Welcome back to the Villa Medusa,’ he said formally. ‘You can manage with this?’

      ‘Yes, thank you.’ Even if it killed her. But, by the time they made it through the conservatory, Isobel felt too exhausted to protest when Luke handed Spiro the crutch and picked her up to carry her upstairs.

      CHAPTER TWO

      ELENI and Spiro hurried behind, listening closely as Luke reported in their own language on Dr Riga’s treatment.

      ‘Eleni asked when you last ate,’ he reported, letting Isobel down in the armchair.

      ‘This morning on your beach,’ she gasped. No point in mentioning that grapes had been the only thing on the menu. Nor that she’d parted with them and everything else in her system in the guest bathroom, with an encore on the way down to the clinic.

      ‘I bring food to you very soon, Isobel,’ promised Eleni.

      Relieved to have her catering arrangements decided for her, Isobel smiled wearily. ‘Efcharisto, Eleni. But I’m not at all hungry.’

      Luke took the crutch from Spiro and propped it against Isobel’s chair. ‘You have everything you need?’

      Heartily sick of being heaved around by a man who made it so plain it was a tiresome chore, Isobel made no attempt at a polite smile. ‘Yes. Thank you. I shan’t trouble you again.’

      Luke’s smile set her teeth on edge. ‘You were trouble from the moment I first saw you, on my flight over the beach.’

      ‘Flight?’

      ‘In my helicopter. It is my habit to scan the beach as I come in to land.’

      ‘To scope out trespassers!’ She looked him in the eye—or as well as she could with one of her own half closed. ‘At the risk of boring you, I apologise once again for my intrusion, Mr Andreadis.’ Her mouth twisted. ‘Lord knows, I suffered such swift retribution I’ll never do it again.’

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