The Renegade Billionaire

by Rebecca Winters

  The gorgeous man at the wheel had no idea that the thought of spending the rest of the night with him sent her pulse ripping off the charts.

  “We can try to get some sleep for what’s left of the rest of this night. In the morning, we’ll make early rounds of the bike shops.”

  “We might actually bump into him.”

  “Or her,” he added. “If he’s wearing a disguise.” He hadn’t forgotten what she’d said. “If not there, maybe at the ferry landing.”

  “I want to believe that.” She was worried sick about Darren of course. Stavros couldn’t help but hear the tremor in her voice.

  “That makes two of us.”

  Before too long, he found them a secluded spot. “Do you mind if we don’t set up the tent?” His question prompted her to lift her gaze to him, noticing the shadow on his firm jaw. If anything, he was more attractive when he needed a shave.

  “No. It’s a beautiful night. I’ve slept out with my father like this hundreds of times. A tent is too confining and we could miss spotting Darren if he were to come this way.”

  “You’re too good to be true. I think I must be dreaming.”

  “You’ll know this is for real if I scream out loud because another ferret the size of the one in the cave creeps onto me.”

  With a low resonant chuckle he unraveled the bedroll for her to sleep in and made himself a bed on a couple of blankets. They both ate and drank from the contents of the hamper. Then she snuggled into the bedroll and turned on her side toward him.

  “Stavros? Thank you for letting me search for Darren with you. I appreciate everything you’ve done, not only for me, but for him. You’re a remarkable man.” He was a lot more than that. She needed to turn off her feelings for him. They were spinning out of control.

  “Don’t give me any credit,” he said. “I have just as much at stake here as you. And how long it’s taking to find him is convincing me he’s more clever than I realized.” His hand went to his watch. “I’m setting my alarm so we’ll have time to grab some breakfast at one of the cafés first thing in the morning.” Andrea watched him pull out his phone. “I’m going to leave a message for the lieutenant about our plans for tomorrow. Then it’s lights out.”

  She turned off her flashlight while she listened. In a minute, he shut the big light off and stretched out on his back with only one blanket pulled over him. He put his hands behind his dark head. “You’re a very trusting woman to be out in the forest with me.”

  “I know the important things,” she came back readily. “I did my research and learned that the Konstantinos Corporation enjoys an excellent reputation far and wide for the quality of their products and their fair dealings. The fact that you cared enough to look for Darren on your own time when you didn’t have to says a lot about your character.”

  His compassion and understanding of her loss had really been the things that told her he could be trusted. But she refrained from sharing that with him.

  “I’d rather talk about your character, Andrea. No one would expect you to have joined in the search. I’m touched that you would tell me about your harrowing experience waiting to hear news of your fiancé.”

  She stirred restlessly. “I couldn’t just stand by this time. You’d be surprised how many searches I’ve gone on in the past.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Living in some of the third-world areas meant helping out in a crisis at a moment’s notice. In some ways, it was easier to find someone’s lost son or daughter from a remote village than to track down a teen like Darren who wants to be lost in a country as modern and sophisticated as Greece. With money he could be anywhere doing anything. His poor parents must be frantic.”

  Stavros turned on his side. “Has this happened before on one of the tours?”

  “There’ve been a few serious health issues, but no one ever left in the middle of a tour before. Georgios has been with PanHellenic fifteen years and said he’s never had someone disappear on him.”

  “It’s a bizarre situation, one we can’t solve tonight.”

  “You’re right. Good night, Stavros.” She rolled onto her side away from him.

  “Kalinychta, despinis.”

  His silky voice permeated her body, as if it had found a home. The sensation shocked her before oblivion took over.

  * * *

  The alarm awakened Stavros at six thirty. He hadn’t wanted the night to end and was surprised he’d slept. Probably knowing he’d be with her first thing in the morning was the reason he’d fallen off fast. For the first time since he could remember, a woman had come into his life who excited him in inexplicable ways.

  Andrea was still asleep, her shiny blond hair splayed around her. He could still feel her wrapped in his arms in the cave. Between that memory and the intensity of those blue eyes fastened on him last night, it was all he could do not to move closer and draw her into his body. But until the boy was found, he needed to focus on matters that could have an adverse impact on everyone involved.

  He packed up and started putting everything in the Jeep. When he went back for the hamper, he discovered Andrea had awakened and was rolling up the bedroll.

  “Good morning, Stavros.” Her smile filled his body with warmth. “How long have you been up?”

  “A few minutes.”

  “Don’t tell me if I snore. Some things are better not to know.”

  She looked so beautiful with her hair in attractive disarray it took all his self-control not to kiss her voluptuous mouth. “You were quiet as a mouse.”

  “So were you. I think.” Despite the seriousness of their situation, she didn’t take herself seriously, a trait that appealed to him. They both chuckled.

  He took the bedroll from her and put it in the back of the Jeep. She joined him a few minutes later. He noticed she’d brushed her hair and put on a frosted pink lipstick he’d love to taste before he started on her.

  Stavros was thunderstruck by his strong physical attraction to her. But right now he needed to concentrate. “Let’s go find Darren.”

  Once they got in the Jeep, he drove back out to the road that led into Panagia. He stopped in front of a cafeteria, where they went in for rolls and coffee. The proprietress recognized him and hurried over to their table.

  He questioned her about Darren and showed her his picture from the cell phone. She said she hadn’t seen the American teenager in her café, but she’d call the police if he came in.

  For the next half hour, they made the rounds of the bike shops. No one had seen the missing teen. When they went back to the Jeep, Andrea turned to him. “I think we should drive to Thassos and watch for him at the marina. He may have stolen someone’s bike in order to get there.”

  “Or maybe he hitched a ride with some local.”

  “Let’s check out all the bars and tavernas at the docks. He could be hanging out near the ferry landing stage.”

  “The police will be searching everywhere, but we’ll add our eyes.”

  For the next two hours, they covered the waterfront, but didn’t see anyone who resembled Darren. “Stavros? Let’s go on board the ferry that’s loading and take a look inside the vehicles. I know the police will have already done that, but maybe they missed something. What do you think?”

  He saw the pleading in her eyes. It tugged at him. Neither of them wanted to give up the search, even if the police had already looked here.

  “You’re reading my mind again.”

  This was the first ferry of the day leaving for Keramoti. If Darren wanted to get off the island as fast as possible, this would be the one to take.

  After parking the Jeep, he paid the fee and they walked on board, following the line of passengers. Since it was a Saturday of full-on summer, crowds of tourists slowed the lines down. He saw two police officers working the
line.

  Those people with cars had parked them end to end along the sides of the open air hold.

  While everyone else went up on the deck to watch their departure, Stavros and Andrea inspected the interiors of each vehicle. All were empty. There were several small trucks. They eyed each other before he looked in the back of the first one. It was filled with lawn mower equipment.

  Andrea moved forward to look inside the back of the next truck parked farther down. Stavros knew she’d found something when she came running toward him. “Quick,” she whispered. “There’s a tarp covering something. I thought I saw movement and I don’t dare lift it off without you.”

  He grasped her upper arms. Their mouths were only centimeters apart. It was a miracle he restrained himself from kissing her senseless. “You stay here.”

  Her breathing sounded shallow. “I won’t let you do this alone.”

  Stavros inhaled sharply. “Then stay behind me.” After letting her go with reluctance, he walked to the pickup truck in question and took a look for himself. In the next instant, he climbed over the tailgate. Reaching down, he removed the tarp. Sure enough, a body dressed in jeans and tennis shoes was wedged between several packing boxes. A pair of brown eyes stared up at him in shock. His head was resting on his backpack.

  “Darren Lewis.” Stavros spoke in English, standing over him. “Stay where you are.” He pulled out his cell phone and called the police lieutenant.

  After a moment the other man answered. “Kyrie Konstantinos? I wish I had better news for you.”

  “Our worries are over. We’ve found the missing teenager on board the ferry in Thassos town. He’s hiding in the back of a white pickup truck.”

  “My men said they searched every car.”

  “This teen has been elusive. Contact the ferry captain and tell him not to leave shore yet. Despinis Linford and I will detain the Lewis boy until you arrive.”

  “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

  Stavros helped Andrea up over the tailgate. She thanked him and sat down on one of the packing boxes. By this time, the teen was sitting up, but he didn’t try to get away.

  “Darren? I’m Andrea Linford from PanHellenic Tours. This is Mr. Konstantinos, the managing director of the Konstantinos Marble Corporation.” Not anymore. “We’ve been looking for you since you disappeared yesterday.”

  He averted his eyes.

  “Your tour director, Georgios, and your teacher, Mrs. Shapiro, have been frantic. Your parents were notified of your disappearance and are on their way here.”

  The boy went a sickly ashen color. “My mom and dad are coming?”

  She nodded. “That’s right. The police will take you to them in Thessaloniki.”

  “I’m eighteen and don’t have to see them if I don’t want to.”

  So that was what this was about. “Nevertheless, they want to see you,” Stavros stated. “Whatever is wrong, nothing can be resolved by running away.”

  “I hate my father. I never want to see him again.”

  The pain in his declaration wasn’t lost on Stavros or Andrea. “Then you have the legal right to be on your own,” he said. “But you’re in a foreign country and have broken the law by stowing away in a truck that isn’t yours. You have some explaining to do to the police and they’ll insist on speaking to you and your parents.”

  Darren was fighting tears. “I don’t want to talk to them.”

  “I’m afraid you don’t have a choice while you’re still on Greek soil.”

  Andrea got on the phone to her boss to tell him the good news. Before long, everyone, including the tour bus group, would know that the crisis had been averted. But the boy’s nightmare was just beginning. From past experience, Stavros knew what it was like to be at loggerheads with his own father and had some compassion for Darren, whatever the problem.

  “If you’re hungry or thirsty, I’ll get you something,” Andrea volunteered after hanging up. She had a sweetness in her that wasn’t lost on Stavros.

  “I don’t want anything.”

  “You must have had a bad night. Tell us how you got away from the quarry, Darren.”

  “I hid underneath someone’s truck. When the police walked off, I got inside the back.” Andrea and Stavros exchanged glances. “After it stopped at a village, I jumped out and walked down here during the night. While the cars were lined up to board the ferry, I got underneath another truck.”

  “Even wearing your backpack?” Andrea marveled aloud.

  “Yeah. People do it all the time in the movies. When the man parked his truck and left, I climbed in the back and hid under the tarp.”

  “You were very resourceful.” Stavros would give him that. Six miles wasn’t so great a distance. Obviously the boy had handled it without problem.

  “Thanks.”

  Thanks? Even though he was caught? Stavros saw a little of himself in the boy, who was hungry for approbation. Maybe even from his father? He sat down on one of the other packing boxes. “While we’re waiting for the lieutenant to come, why don’t you tell us why you hate your father so much?”

  “He’s got my whole life planned out—what he wants me to be, where he wants me to go to college.”

  Stavros understood Darren better than the teen knew. “What does he want you to be?”

  “An attorney like he is and go into politics.”

  Stavros bowed his head. “And what do you want to be?”

  “I don’t know yet! One day I’ll figure it out.”

  “Do you have siblings?”

  “No. I’m the golden child.”

  That made the boy’s journey much harder. “Now that you’re eighteen, you can choose the life you want to live.”

  Darren looked up at him, imploring him to understand. “Dad just doesn’t get it, so I ran away. I wasn’t going to stay away a long time.”

  “You were hoping he’d suffer enough to see the light.” Stavros got it. “I have an idea. Go with the police and meet with your parents. Tell them the honest truth. If your father still can’t be persuaded, then you’ll have to decide whether you can stand to alienate him and go your own way.”

  Darren nodded. “I can stand it. I don’t want to be an attorney.”

  “But you still love him, right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Then stick to your guns, but don’t shut him out. In time I’m sure things will work out.”

  “You think?”

  “I do.”

  Tears filled the boy’s eyes.

  “Here comes the lieutenant. I’ll talk to him.”

  “You will?”

  “Of course.”

  “Thanks for listening.” He looked at Andrea. “Thanks for being so nice.”

  “You’re welcome, Darren. Remember how lucky you are to have two parents who care so much. My dad had to raise me because my mom died when I was born. He loved me to death the way I’m sure your parents love you. Try to remain calm when you talk to them. When they see how rational you are, they’ll be more receptive.”

  “I doubt it,” he muttered.

  Stavros jumped out, then helped Andrea down. “Come on.” He turned to Darren, who got to his feet and climbed down the tailgate with his backpack.

  While two officers started talking to him, Stavros took the lieutenant aside and told him about the boy’s fears. “He’s having problems with his father about what he wants to do with his life.”

  “I had the same problem with my father at that age.”

  Yup. “I know he’s not violent or dangerous. Just unhappy. We’ve talked and he’s promised to go willingly to Thessaloniki and have a talk with his parents. Let me know what happens.”

  “Of course. Congratulations on finding him so quickly. This is a great relief for everyone.”


  “He might not have been caught without the help of Despinis Linford.”

  The lieutenant turned to shake her hand before following his officers, who escorted Darren off the ferry to the police van. The teen waved to them. They waved back.

  Stavros looked at Andrea and glimpsed tears in her fabulous blue eyes. She was equally anxious for Darren to reconcile with his father. “Let’s go home, Andrea.”

  They left the ferry and hurried to the Jeep. When they got inside, she buried her face in her hands. It took all his control not to pull her into his arms. “I’m so thankful we found him.”

  He turned on the engine and drove out of the parking area. “You’re not alone.”

  She finally lifted her head. “Because of the problems you’ve had with your father, you were wonderful with him. It touched my heart. You gave him hope and the direction he needed. I’m in awe of the way you handled a very difficult situation.”

  Moved by her words, he glanced at her. “The lieutenant will fill me in after they release him to his parents. In the meantime, all we can do is hope this means the beginning of some kind of reconciliation, but it’s not our problem.”

  She wiped her eyes. “No. Thank heaven he’s no longer missing. That’s because of you. I couldn’t have done the search for him I wanted without your help.”

  Satisfied he could concentrate on her from now on, he lounged back in the seat. “We worked well together. After our fine piece of detective work, we deserve the best lunch I can make for us after we reach the house.”

  “Only if you let me help.”

  “Do you like to cook?”

  “If I have the time.”

  He liked the sound of that since he had plans for them for the rest of the weekend. When they reached the villa, he walked her to the guest room. “I’m sure you’d prefer a shower before we eat. I need one myself and a shave. There’s a robe and toiletries in the en suite bathroom for the use of guests. Bring your clothes to the kitchen and we’ll get them washed while we eat.”

  She looked away, but he caught the flush on her cheeks. “I couldn’t impose on you.”