“There are, too! I don’t know if I can trust him. I don’t know what he’s feeling.”
Eleni shrugged and started rolling another grape leaf. “He came to see you because he wanted to meet you. That means he was attracted to you. Did he ask to see you again?”
“Yes. Tonight.”
“Then he is still attracted to you. It’s not brain surgery, you know.”
Olivia slumped in her chair. Was she overanalyzing again? “I won’t know if he lies to me.”
Eleni arranged her finished grape leaves in the bottom of a pot. “I loved your grandfather dearly, and he loved me. But there were days, bad days when I could feel more anger or resentment from him than love, and it would hurt something terrible.”
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”
Eleni sighed. “I never speak of it because over the years he always stayed faithful. He always found a way to keep on loving me. But it was hard. There were times when I wished I couldn’t tell what he was feeling. So what I’m saying is this could be a blessing for you.”
Olivia swallowed hard. “I don’t know. I still think it’s scary.”
“Of course it is.” Eleni went back to stuffing grape leaves. “Everything worthwhile is scary.”
“You think I should continue to see him?”
Eleni huffed. “I think you should help me with the cooking. I still have my hopes for Spiro. And my friend, Alexia—she’s hoping you’ll fall for her son, Giorgios.”
Olivia smiled and reached for a grape leaf. She didn’t care how handsome the Greek men were. They couldn’t compare to Robby MacKay.
Robby had said she was brave and beautiful. There wasn’t a whole lot she could do about her looks, but she could work on being brave. Tonight she’d see him again. And if he tried to kiss her, she wouldn’t chicken out.
CHAPTER 5
Shortly after sunset, Robby met Carlos in the garden at Roman’s villa for their weekly sparring match. Barefoot, bare-chested, and dressed in white martial-arts pants, they bowed to each other on the rectangular-shaped lawn. The nearly full moon shone down on them, casting Carlos’s shadow across the green grass, but not Robby’s.
At the back of the garden, a row of white stone columns gleamed in the moonlight as they stood guard at the head of the reflection pool. The scent of roses and gardenias filled the air, and Robby glanced quickly at the flower beds, wondering if he should pick a bouquet for Olivia.
His attention snapped back to Carlos as the were-panther began to shift his weight back and forth. Robby had learned not to underestimate him.
“I could beat you easily if I shifted,” the Brazilian boasted as he danced around the garden’s perimeter.
“I could beat you easily in my sleep. If I slept.”
“Too bad you can’t dream about your angel,” Carlos said, his amber eyes twinkling. “I know her name.”
Robby frowned as he pivoted to keep Carlos in view. He didn’t recall mentioning Olivia by name. After meeting her the night before, he’d returned to the villa to investigate her on Roman’s computer. She was employed by the FBI as a professional consultant and stationed in Kansas City. She’d earned a master’s degree at the University of Texas. She was twenty-four and the oldest of three children. Her family resided in Houston, Texas, where her father worked as a geologist for an oil company.
Just as the sun neared the horizon, Robby had finished compiling all the information into one report. He’d clicked on Print, then stumbled off to his bedroom for his death-sleep.
Now, he narrowed his eyes. “Ye looked at my private papers.”
“What do you expect me to do all day while you’re playing dead?” Carlos feigned an attack, then jumped back, grinning. “I’m a good investigator, too, you know. So out of the goodness of my heart, I decided to help you.”
“Hell, no. Stay out of my business.”
Carlos shrugged with a nonchalant look. “Fine. I guess you don’t want to hear what I learned today.”
The bastard. Robby was contemplating how to get Carlos to talk when the wily were-panther suddenly pounced forward with a flying kick.
He dodged it just in time.
Carlos chuckled as he pranced backward in retreat. “Ooh, muchacho. That was close.”
“Talk.”
“Yes, sir. Lovely weather we’ve been having.”
“About Olivia, ye bloody hellcat!”
Carlos laughed. “Well, if you insist.” He crouched low as he circled Robby. “I went shopping for supplies around noon, and everyone in Grikos was talking about the beautiful American girl who’s come to visit her old widowed grandmother.”
So the four burly uncles were actually one frail old woman. Robby swiveled to keep up with Carlos. “Go on.”
“The grandmother is Eleni Sotiris, and apparently she has some odd empathic abilities. The rumor is that Olivia shares the same gift.”
Robby shrugged one shoulder. “I already know about that.”
“Oh.” Carlos gave him a sly look. “Then I guess you also know that the grandmother’s looking for a nice Greek boy to marry Olivia.”
Robby stiffened. The thought of Olivia marrying another man was…wrong. More than wrong. It was infuriating. Too late, he realized Carlos had made his move, and he leaped to the side. The kick that would have struck him in the chest landed on his arm.
Bugger. It smarted, but Robby would never admit it. He deserved the pain for letting Carlos distract him.
“One point for me,” Carlos announced.
“Aye, though ye had to resort to trickery and lies.”
“I’m telling the truth, muchacho. If you go to the taverna in Grikos, you’ll find them laying bets on which guy will win Olivia’s heart. So far, the leading contenders are Giorgios, Dimitrios, and Spiro.”
Robby gulped. He was competing with three men? Men who could see Olivia during the day, who could court her while he lay useless in his death-sleep.
A surge of possessiveness grabbed hold of him. Dammit, he wanted her for himself. But what on earth did he have to offer her? Could he in clear conscience woo Olivia, knowing it could eventually be a death sentence for her?
Carlos spun and aimed a roundhouse kick at Robby’s chest. With vampire speed, he seized Carlos’s leg and hurled him through the air.
Carlos fell on his rump. “Umph.”
Robby cocked an eyebrow. “I thought cats always landed on their feet.”
Carlos snorted, then rolled onto his back and leaped forward into a standing position. “One point for you, Big Red.”
“What do ye know of the three men?” Robby moved forward, forcing the were-panther to retreat toward the reflection pool.
Carlos grinned. “How badly do you want to know?”
“Enough to rip yer arms off if ye continue to play cat and mouse with me.”
“You can’t blame me for acting like a cat.” Carlos feinted to the right, then danced to the left. “I heard the grandmother favors Spiro. He’s a goat herder.”
“A goat herder?”
“A very good-looking one. I’ve seen him.”
Robby couldn’t imagine Olivia being content to live out the rest of her days on an island with a goat herder. Even though he was undead, he could show her the world. He could help her with her work at the FBI. Thanks to Roman’s scientific breakthrough, he could even father children. Surely he was better suited for her than a goat herder.
But a goat herder could be with her during the day. Or maybe not. Didn’t he have to be with his goats? The more Robby considered it, the more he decided he had a fighting chance.
“I saw her, too.” Carlos snuck behind Robby.
He pivoted. “Ye saw Olivia?”
“Oh, yeah. I can see why you have the hots for her.” Carlos made sizzling sounds while he wiped his hands on his hips.
Robby’s hands curled into fists.
“I saw her and her grandmother coming out of the butcher’s shop. Man, what a rack!”
With a
growl, Robby lunged forward at vampire speed and seized Carlos by the neck.
“Rack of lamb,” Carlos squeaked. “That’s what they bought.”
Robby eased his grip. “Ye’d better have nine lives, ye mangy cat, for I canna allow you to insult…Olivia.” With a shock, he realized he’d come damned close to saying “my woman.” Somehow in just a few nights, he’d become obsessed with her. He still managed to be realistic, though. There was so much he didn’t know about her. What if she couldn’t be trusted? An employee from the FBI might be more inclined to kill a vampire than date one. He didn’t want to fall in love just to have his heart crushed with betrayal.
Carlos cocked an eyebrow. “How many lives do you have, muchacho?”
Robby felt a slight jab in his stomach and glanced down to discover a knife pointed at his belly. “Ye brought a weapon? That’s cheating.”
“You think a Malcontent’s going to fight fair?” Carlos smirked. “I win.”
“Nay.” Robby gave the were-panther’s throat a slight squeeze. “I could have pinched yer head off. I win.”
“I would have stabbed you first.” Carlos gave him a little poke. “I win.”
With vampire speed, Robby seized the knife and tossed it away. Before Carlos could even object, Robby picked him up and dropped him with a splash in the reflection pool.
“Merda,” Carlos growled.
“I win.” With a smile, Robby grabbed the fallen knife and circled the garden, cutting flowers.
“The mighty warrior gathering flowers.” Carlos climbed out of the reflection pool, his white pants dripping. “You are so owned.” He walked over to Robby, then shook his head vigorously, causing water to fly off his long black hair and shower Robby. “Take that.”
Robby continued to smile. He was going to shower anyway before his date with Olivia.
“Did you see him?” Eleni asked as she fixed herself some tea. “Is he coming?”
“Not yet.” Olivia shut the back door behind her. She’d just checked the beach, but no sign of Robby.
Eleni yawned. “It’s after eleven. Why does he keep such late hours?”
“I don’t know.” Olivia had mixed feelings about her grandmother’s insistence on meeting Robby. No doubt she intended to interrogate him. “You don’t have to stay up, you know.”
“Of course I do. I have to make sure this young man is a decent sort.” Eleni set her mug on the kitchen table with a clunk. “He should court you at a proper time.”
“He’s not courting me.”
Eleni snorted. “He’d better be. If he can’t see what a prize you are, then—” Her eyes widened. “Is that him?”
Olivia whirled to look out the windowpane in the back door. There was a man in the courtyard, standing with his back to them. Moonlight glinted off his red hair. Robby. Her heart began to pound. How thrilling…and confusing. She’d just checked the beach and it had been empty. How had he arrived here so fast?
Eleni scurried to the kitchen window and peered out. “Agios Kyrios, he’s a big man. Looks very strong.”
“Yes.” Olivia hesitated with her hand on the doorknob. He must be waiting for her to join him. “Can you sense his emotions?”
Eleni tilted her head, concentrating. “No, I can’t.” She slanted a sly grin at her granddaughter. “I’ve never met a man of mystery before. How exciting.”
Olivia sighed as she peered out the window. He was exciting. And so gorgeous. But still a little scary.
“I like his hair,” Eleni whispered. “It reminds me of a fiery sunset over the sea.”
“Yes,” Olivia whispered back. “He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever met.”
Suddenly he turned toward them.
Eleni gasped. “He brought flowers! Olivia, he is courting you.”
“I don’t think so.” Her cheeks grew hot.
“Don’t just stand there.” Eleni smoothed her gray hair into the bun at the base of her neck. “Invite him in.”
She opened the door. “Hi, Robby.”
“Olivia.” He smiled slowly.
She smiled back, completely mesmerized by his green eyes that focused on her so intently.
“Let him in,” Eleni hissed, snapping Olivia back to reality.
“Please come in.” Olivia stepped back. “Watch your head.”
Robby leaned over slightly to keep from hitting the top of the old, blue-painted door frame. “This is for you.” He offered her a bouquet of roses and gardenias as he entered the kitchen.
“Thank you.” When she realized the flowers were loose, she grabbed at them with both hands to keep from losing any. Her fingers brushed against his hand, and zings of excitement raced up her arms.
It was the first time she’d touched him. Her cheeks blazed with heat, and she glanced at him, overwhelmed suddenly with a feeling of awkward shyness.
“Ye’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
Her heart melted, and she held the bouquet against her chest. Once again his gaze captured her eyes. Tingles shimmered down her arms and legs. Oh God, she wanted this man. She was actually falling for a man she couldn’t read.
Eleni cleared her throat.
“Oh.” Olivia stepped back. “This is my grandmother, Eleni Sotiris.”
“Mrs. Sotiris, it is a pleasure.” Robby bowed to her. “I am Robert Alexander MacKay.”
“Please have a seat.” Eleni motioned to the kitchen table and chairs. “Would you like something to drink? Some wine? Hot tea?”
Robby sat at the table. “Some…tea would be nice.”
“Excellent.” Eleni plucked a mug off a cupboard shelf. “So why do you keep such late hours, Mr. MacKay?”
Olivia glanced at him as she arranged the flowers in an old pickle jar. She hoped he didn’t mind being interrogated.
He smiled at her. “I’m busy during the day, providing security at a villa on the other side of Petra.”
“I thought you were a soldier.” Olivia set the jar of flowers on the table.
“I was, but I work for a private company now. MacKay Security and Investigation.”
“MacKay?” Olivia sat beside him. “Is it a family business?”
“Aye. My grandfather owns it. ’Tis based in London and Edinburgh, but we have clients all around the world.”
“Is your grandfather married?” Eleni asked as she set a mug of tea in front of him.
“Yia Yia,” Olivia whispered with a warning look.
She shrugged. “I’m a single woman. And if the grandfather looks anything like this one…” She gave Robby an appreciative look.
Robby’s mouth twitched. “I’m afraid my grandfather has recently remarried.”
“Humph. Well, that’s his loss.” Eleni pulled on oven mitts, then began removing pans from the oven. “Are you single, Mr. MacKay?”
“Please call me Robby.” He slanted an amused look at Olivia. “Definitely single.”
“You’re in for a special treat.” Eleni readied a plate with leftovers. “My granddaughter is an excellent cook.”
Olivia shook her head and wrinkled her nose. Robby’s eyebrows lifted with a questioning look.
“She’s been cooking all day.” Eleni plunked a plate on the table. “Try these. You’ll love them.”
Robby gave the dolmades a dubious look while Eleni went back to the counter to ready another plate. “What are they?” he whispered to Olivia.
“Stuffed grape leaves,” she whispered back, then pointed at a messy, lopsided one. “That’s one I made.”
He smiled and picked it up. “What’s inside?”
“Ground meat, onions, bulgar wheat, and spices,” Olivia explained. “I suppose that sounds strange.”
“Nay. My mother used to stuff minced meat and oats into a sheep’s stomach to make haggis.”
“Eew.” Olivia made a face, then lowered her voice. “You don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to.”
“My granddaughter made all this food,” Eleni boasted as she spooned rice onto a plate.
“One of her suitors came for dinner. Spiro.”
Robby’s hand flinched, tightening so hard that the grape leaf squished and the stuffing popped out. It bounced off the pickle jar and splatted on the table. “Sorry.” He dropped the mangled grape leaf on the plate.
Olivia stifled a laugh. He was jealous! “Here.” She grabbed a cloth napkin and reached for his hand to wipe off the mess.
“Thank you.” His fingers curled around hers.
Her heart raced, and she glanced at his eyes. Big mistake. Whenever she looked at his eyes, she felt like she was drowning. And actually enjoying it.
“Well, what do you think?” Eleni plunked another plate on the table, this one filled with lamb, rice, and spanakopita. “Looks delicious, doesn’t it?”
He never took his eyes off Olivia. “Yes. I can’t wait to have a taste.” He continued to hold her hand. His thumb smoothed over her knuckles.
Her skin tingled as goose bumps rushed up her arms.
“You won’t find a better cook than Olivia,” Eleni announced. “She uses lots of fresh garlic.”
His gaze shifted to the plates of food. “Garlic?”
“Yes.” Eleni smiled proudly. “Try it. You’ll love it.”
“I—actually, I ate right before coming here.” Robby gave her an apologetic look. “But it looks and smells so wonderful, I wonder if you would mind if I took it home with me to eat later?”
Eleni pursed her lips. “I suppose I could wrap this up.”
“That would be great.” Robby smiled at her. “Thank you.”
“Hmm.” Eleni tilted her head, studying him. “Why are you interested in my granddaughter?”
His hand tightened on hers. “I’ve never met anyone like Olivia before.” He looked at her and smiled. “She’s beautiful, brave, and clever. I feel…at home with her, but at the same time, completely lost.”
Olivia was melting inside. The man was practically a stranger, but she didn’t seem to care. A deep sense of longing welled up inside her. She wanted to touch him. She wanted to be touched. She wanted him to love her.
She must be losing her mind. She’d always been so sensible before. Always carefully analyzing all available information and options before taking action. Now she just wanted to throw herself at this guy.
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