Secret Seduction by Jill Sanders

entire trip?”
     
    “Maybe.”
     
    He rolled his eyes at her, then said, “There, do they look familiar?”
     
    She looked over at the large group of people he was pointing at, all of them over fifty and wearing matching shirts; they looked like they were part of a bowling team. “Who?”
     
    “Those two men, standing to the left of the group.”
     
    “No, why?”
     
    “Look again!”
     
    She did and she noticed that the two men didn’t have the bowling shirts on and one of them had a broken nose and a black eye. The other one was walking with a slight limp.
     
    “Are those the –“
     
    “Yes, damn it.”
     
    “What are we going to do? They’re standing at the entrance. How are we going to get tickets?”
     
    Then Jason turned and shoved her back and took her mouth with his. He angled his body so the only thing anyone would see, if they looked, was a young couple kissing.
     
    He kept her pinned against the stone wall until she was out of breath, then finally and quickly he released her mouth, leaving her dizzy.
     
    “Damn it to hell.”
     
    “Well, I’m so sorry that didn’t meet with your satisfaction.” She tried to push him away a little.
    “ No, not that, there are five of them now.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Damn it.”
     
    “Really, Jason, we’re going to have to do something about your language. How do you know there are five of them?” She tried to look over his shoulder.
     
    “Because they are all talking to each other. Take a look underneath my arm.” She did as he asked and watched the five men talking. It appeared to her that they were arguing with the large guy with the broken nose. The three new men looked like brothers; they had matching dark hair, faces, and builds. They looked like farmers, dressed in rugged pants and blue work shirts, and they were covered in either grease or dirt.
     
    Then the three new men broke off and started walking towards the ticket booths.
     
    “Three of them are buying tickets,” she said as she kept her eyes glued to the other two.
     
    “Damn it!” She chanced a glance at Jason’s face and realized he was watching her closely. Turning her eyes back to the two original men, she watched as they each broke off.
     
    “Quick, one’s coming this way.”
     
    He grabbed her arm so fast, she thought she heard a slight pop. Then they were sprinting out of the airport and down a street, running past the crowded shops and tourists.
     
    She was out of breath when he finally stopped several blocks later, just on the outskirts of town.
     
    “What now?”
     
    “Shh.” He pulled her closer, back into the darkness of a doorway. She couldn’t hear anything but herself breathing heavily.
     
    “What?” She whispered.
     
    “I don’t hear anything.”
     
    “Neither do I.”
     
    “Good.”
     
    “Great!” Neither of them moved. His eyes darted down to her mouth and she remembered the feel of his lips there. Why was she thinking about him in this way while they were in danger? Her heart skipped and she could feel her pulse vibrating under his view as his eyes wandered down her neck.
     
    Then a young boy rolled by on a bike that was much too big for him and they jumped apart quickly, looking at each other like they had been caught stealing candy.
     
    Jason turned and started to pull her along the road again. They ate up the ground quickly, putting as much distance between them and the airport as they could.
     
    “How are we going to get to Rome now?” she asked as they walked past rows of houses.
     
    “There’s always a ferry,” he said, looking over at her.
     
    “A ferry? Does it leave from around here?”
     
    “No, it connects through Igoumenitsa.”
     
    “How do you know that?”
     
    He tapped his head, “Great memory. I studied the ferry schedule while you were shampooing your hair.”
     
    “Well, how do we get to Igoumenitsa?”
     
    He stopped and looked around, thinking. She stood there and watched