A Greek Escape by Elizabeth Power Page B

put it, for a while.
    ‘How old were you when you left the island?’ She found herself wanting to know much more about him.
    ‘Fifteen.’
    She remembered him saying that he’d left to find a better life. ‘On your own?’ she queried. ‘Did you leave to go to college?’ she asked, when he didn’t answer her question. What else could possibly have taken him away at such a young age?
    He laughed at that—a sound without humour. ‘No college. No university. I did have hopes of furthering my education, but my father wouldn’t hear of it.’
    ‘Why not?’ Kayla asked, amazed.
    ‘He wanted me to get out into the world, like he had, and “do an honest job” as he called it.’
    ‘Really?’ Kayla sympathised. ‘And what did
he
do?’
    ‘He eked a living out of this land,’ he told her, with an edge to his voice that had her looking at her curiously.
    ‘And where are they now? Your parents?’ She couldn’t believe they could still be living on the island, otherwise why would he be staying here alone in some absentee owner’s sadly neglected house?
    ‘My parents are dead,’ he told her as he walked half a stride ahead of her. There was no emotion now beside that surprisingly hard cast to his mouth.
    ‘I’m sorry,’ Kayla murmured. She had discovered during a conversation in the villa with him the other day that he, like Kayla, was an only child.
    ‘One learns to get over these things,’ he replied.
    From the harshness of his tone, however, she wondered if he had. Or was there some other reason, she pondered, for that inexorable grimness to his features?
    ‘Still…you have Philomena,’ she said brightly, hoping to lighten the mood. She couldn’t understand why down there on the beach he had behaved like an exciting lover and yet now seemed as uncommunicative as ever.
    Was it by chance that he had just happened to come across her down there? Or had he come looking for her especially?
    A sharp little thrill ran through her at the possibility that he had.
    ‘Did she tell you where I was?’
    His disconcerting glance at her took in what she knew was her thoroughly dishevelled appearance, and a lazy smile curved his mouth, instantly transforming his features.
    ‘Are you suggesting I asked her?’
    Mortified that he would even think she might have wanted him to, Kayla tried to tug her hand out of his, and sucked in a breath when he refused to let it go.
    ‘Yes, I did,’ he admitted easily, without any of the embarrassment that was burning Kayla’s cheeks. ‘I came down to Philomena’s to check on you. You’ve had a bad experience. I didn’t like to think of it ruining your holiday.’
    He actually cared?
    Well, of course he was concerned for her, she thought, mindful of the lengths he had gone to in rescuing her the other night, and then not only helping her to clean up the villa afterwards but also bringing her to Philomena’s as well.
    ‘It hasn’t. Thanks,’ she offered, grateful to him, and was warmed by a flash of something closely resembling admiration in his eyes.
    She wondered if he had a girlfriend or a partner. It certainly seemed he’d had a stormy affair, judging by the way he had referred to her when he had been generalising about her sex the other day.
    ‘Why were you so unfriendly to me when we met those first couple of times?’ she queried, suddenly needing to know. ‘You still haven’t told me.’
    She started as he suddenly stopped dead, pulling her round to face him on the path.
    ‘Do you
never
stop asking questions?’ he demanded, his face a curious blend of impatience and amusement.
    ‘No.’ She gave him a sheepish little look and shrugged hershoulders. ‘I’m afraid it’s a fault of mine. Apparently, according to my star sign, I was born on “the Day of Curiosity”,’ she quoted with a little giggle.
    ‘And do you really believe all that stuff?’
    Seeing the scepticism marking the strong and perfectly sculpted features, she laughed and said, ‘No. But