She stared him straight in the eyes. He might terrify some people, but she’d been through the wringer today and had no intention of backing down, though she had to handle him carefully for the sake of her friends.
‘Without proof that you have the authority to tell us to leave, I don’t see why we should.’
‘I’m asking you politely to leave,’ he emphasised.
‘And I’m telling you equally politely that we’re not doing any harm, and that we’ll leave the beach exactly as we found it.’
* * *
She was wholly in the wrong, but she’d impressed him. Determined to defy him, after what could only have been one hell of a start to her day, he guessed what she’d really like to do was to find a dark, quiet place where she could be alone with her thoughts as she tried to work out what had gone wrong. She struck him as an intelligent woman, not the type to blunder into a hasty marriage, so he was curious too. To her credit, she was concentrating on her friends, doing everything she could to make things right for them. This included holding him at bay, which was no mean task. He was used to women waiting for him to call the shots before falling in line with whatever he wanted. This woman would never do that. He found himself in the unusual position of telling her to go while wanting her to stay. In the interest of compromise he decided to back off for a while.
‘Kris,’ he said, extending his hand in the customary greeting.
Ignoring his hand, she frowned suspiciously. ‘Does that mean you’re joining us?’
‘I didn’t say that.’ He noted the flush in her cheeks and her darkening eyes as his hand closed around hers. The urge to drag her close and kiss her hard was overwhelming, but control was second nature to him.
Displaying the same iron resolve, she stepped back, pulling her hand out of his. ‘Kimmie—Kimmie Lancaster. Kimmie isn’t short for anything; it’s just Kimmie.’
This woman wasn’t just anything. ‘So, just Kimmie...burning a wedding dress and throwing away a diamond ring, and now you’re having a party.’
‘A wedding wake,’ she reminded him. ‘We can’t waste the food. Kyria Demetriou at the Oia Mare, where we’re staying, went to so much trouble to prepare a wedding feast, and this is the only way we can show our appreciation.’
‘Commendable. She’s a friend of mine.’
‘Kyria Demetriou?’
‘Yes.’
Kyria Demetriou was a pretty good judge of character, and he could see Kimmie thinking, Okay, so maybe he’s not so bad.
‘It’s a small island,’ she said. ‘I’m not surprised you know each other. I don’t expect you’d want us saying anything bad about you to her?’
‘Are you attempting to blackmail me?’ he asked, smiling faintly with incredulity.
‘Whatever it takes,’ she said bluntly.
More gripped by her character than ever, he pressed on with his low-key interrogation. ‘The Oia Mare is very nice, but quite expensive...?’
‘I wanted to treat my friends—’
‘You wanted to treat your friends?’
‘What’s wrong with that?’ she fired back.
‘It must have cost you a lot of money.’
She didn’t answer.
‘Why couldn’t your friends contribute towards the cost themselves?’ he prompted.
‘Because I didn’t want them to. I’d had a lucky break and wanted to share my good fortune. I ring-fenced some of the money I’d made for a project I’m interested in, but there was plenty left over and I wanted us all to do something special, something different for a change.’
‘And your fiancé went along with this proposal?’
She clammed up, and then admitted, ‘I don’t even know why I’m telling you all this.’
‘Because you need to get it off your chest?’
Pressing her lips down, she shrugged.
‘Were you engaged for long?’
He could see her wondering whether to say another word, but then her armour cracked and she revealed, ‘If I tell you, you’ll laugh.’
‘Try me,’ he challenged.
‘All right, I will. I’m an artist, recently graduated from studying at college in London. My first art exhibition was held straight out of college. No one, least of all me, could have predicted what a success it would be. My ex-fiancé is an older man whom I’ve known pretty much all my life. He’s my best friend’s older brother. Anyway,’ she added, brushing off unpleasant memories, he guessed, ‘he came to the gallery on the last night when there was nothing left to buy. I think we were both amazed...buoyed up...excited by what had happened. And he proposed to me there and then.’
‘And you agreed to marry him there and then?’
‘Yes. It does sound stupid now,’ she agreed wearily, ‘but sometimes life pushes you down a path you don’t expect, because the past is steering you.’
‘Is that what happened in your case?’
She looked at him for a few long moments and then said, ‘I’m done. I’m not going to tell you anything else.’
‘Quite right,’ he agreed reluctantly.
Life choices. And where had they got her? Kimmie huffed inwardly as she realised that in the personal sense her choices had been disastrous. She’d jumped at the chance to marry Mike, thinking she would be laughing in the face of the past. She could see now he’d caught her at the very best...no, the very worst possible moment.
‘So your fiancé cheated on you?’ Kris guessed shrewdly.
‘What brilliant powers of deduction.’
‘A bride without a groom,’ he added, unfazed by her sarcasm. ‘How unfortunate.’
‘Some would call it lucky.’
‘Do you?’ he asked with a keen stare.
‘I call it a life lesson,’ she admitted.
‘Will it make you bitter?’
‘No,’ she said without hesitation. ‘It will make me cautious, and determined never to make the same mistake again.’
‘Easy to say, harder to do,’ Kris observed.
‘You don’t know me,’ she assured him.
‘That sounds like a challenge,’ he said lazily.
An idea had begun to brew in Kris’s mind. He’d have to explore the possibility a lot more before deciding to progress things further, but this unexpected encounter, coming hot on the heels of a conversation he’d had with his uncle, made him feel as if fate was lending a hand.
‘Well, if you’re not going to join us, I guess I’ll see you around,’ she said pointedly.
‘It will be hard to avoid you on such a small island.’
‘I’ll do my best to stay out of your way.’
‘Starting now?’ he suggested, shooting a meaningful glance at her friends.
She sighed. ‘Not that again. I promise we’ll be ultra-careful. I’ll be personally responsible for making sure that every grain of sand is returned to its rightful place before we leave.’
He huffed a laugh. She’d won. Whether that was because she was so unusual, or because she’d stood up to him, he didn’t know and didn’t care.
‘Make sure you do that,’ he warned lightly. ‘Or you’ll answer to me.’
The blush on her face suggested that wasn’t an entirely unwelcome proposition. She was extremely attractive, like no one he’d ever met before. He liked a challenge and he admired her grit. With their stares locked in mutual interest, he wondered if her body ached like his. Animals would have cut to the chase by now, but humans were bound by rules of convention. Getting to know her would take time.
‘Why don’t you introduce me around?’ he suggested.
CHAPTER TWO
WHAT WAS SHE getting herself into now? Kimmie wondered as she introduced Kris to her friends. Was her brain so fried after finding two people she had trusted in bed together that she was more than capable of acting out of character to
the point of being reckless? There was a sense of unreality about things, of not quite touching base with events that seemed to be floating over her head. Frying pan and fire came to mind. She stared at Kris, who was behaving quite differently to the autocratic tyrant he’d initially seemed on the beach. What had changed him? Why was he being so charming? Did Kris have an angle too?
‘He’s really nice,’ one of her friends said.
‘Look what I found on the beach is a great opener when the flotsam looks like Kris,’ Kimmie admitted.
She’d tried the conventional kind of relationship and look how that had turned out, Kimmie mused as Kris continued to talk easily to her friends. Perhaps it was time to try something different.
What? Now? Get real! And as if she’d get the chance!
But for someone who had spent most of her life dreaming, and putting those dreams down on paper and canvas, there was no harm in looking, as she watched Kris mingle and charm. He wasn’t predatory, and some of her single female friends were very pretty, nor was he condescending with the men. He was just a great guy...or he appeared to be. Perhaps he didn’t have an agenda and she was just being neurotic, but appearances could be deceptive, Kimmie thought as she remembered Mike.
Around half an hour in, Kris was ready to leave. ‘Do we have to go when you go?’ Kimmie asked, concern building as she noticed how much her friends had relaxed since he’d arrived. They’d been distracted from her troubles by something new, and she was grateful for that because now they could really enjoy themselves without forcing the fun for her sake.
‘Your friends don’t have to go,’ he said, ‘but you do.’
‘Me? I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying with my friends.’
‘Then you can all leave,’ Kris said flatly.
His tone was light and conversational, but the expression in his eyes said something different. ‘Come on,’ he prompted with a gesture.
Was she a puppy to be led away? She might be suffering the aftershock of betrayal, but she hadn’t lost her mind completely.
‘I’m not going anywhere,’ she assured him, digging her feet into the sand.
Of all the reactions she might have expected, an easy smile was not on the list. ‘Don’t you want to come with me?’
A host of forbidden pleasures flew into her mind, but she had the sense to discard all of them. She’d thought Mike was safe, and look what had happened. Kris didn’t even pretend to be the safe option, with that gladiator’s body, tattoos and a single small gold hoop in his ear. He was danger personified.
Wasn’t he exactly the type of distraction she needed right now? It seemed to work for her friends.
Because their emotions weren’t battered and bruised, she reasoned. Standing close enough to Kris to imagine the heat of his sun-warmed body embracing her was warning enough. Warm, clean, spicy—strong white teeth, Hollywood pristine, with the fire of the devil in his eyes? That was everything she didn’t need.
‘I thought you might like to talk some more,’ he said.
She ground her jaw. It wasn’t like her to be indecisive, but it wasn’t like her to take such an almighty risk, either.
‘We’ll just walk somewhere close by and talk,’ he suggested.
Talking was safe, she persuaded herself as they set off down the beach.
Yes, but why would he take the trouble to do that? ‘Where are we going?’
She turned to glance at her friends. They’d noticed her leaving the party, and they’d taken a pretty good look at Kris, who hadn’t even tried to hide himself away, so she felt reasonably confident that she could handle this as they started to climb up the dune.
‘Too fast for you?’ he asked, stopping to wait for her to catch up. With his black stare fixed on her face and his firm mouth curving faintly, Kris was quite a sight, and surely he had to know the havoc he was creating in her fastidiously prepared wedding day body?
She was glad for the chance to catch her breath. Maybe talking to a stranger like Kris would sort things out in her head. There was so much emotion roiling around inside her it was like having a lava plug waiting to blow.
‘Make like Scheherazade,’ Kris suggested, curbing a smile. ‘Keep me entertained and you’ll buy more time on the beach for your friends.’
‘As long as it’s only talking,’ she said warily.
‘Obviously.’
‘Okay then,’ she agreed as they set off again.
‘God, you’re annoying,’ she whispered under her breath as Kris’s smile broke through his reserve. So why was she still here? Because there was annoying and then there was Kris, Kimmie concluded as he held out a hand to haul her up the last few yards of the sand dune.
* * *
Kimmie’s resilience was something else. Stubborn to a fault, he’d never liked a pushover and she would push back. She was out of breath when they reached the top, so he waited before starting down the other side of the dune. Before they disappeared out of sight she shot one last look at her friends, as if to reassure herself they were still close by.
‘Some people might expect a jilted bride to sit at home sobbing,’ he observed, steadying her as she slithered down the slope.
‘But I’m not at home,’ she pointed out, ‘and I’ve got guests to entertain.’
‘You’ve succeeded, as far as I can tell, so stop beating yourself up.’
‘Who says I’m doing that?’
‘I believe I did.’
‘So I can’t hide anything from you?’ she queried with a lift of her finely drawn brow.
‘No,’ he said flatly, ‘so don’t even try.’
He led the way to one of nature’s indentations in the sand. ‘This will do,’ he said. ‘Feel free to unburden yourself.’
‘Just talking,’ she said again with a warning look.
‘There’s nothing else on the table,’ he assured her.
Who are you, just Kimmie? he wondered. And where did you learn to stand up for yourself like this? The unicorn inked on her shoulder backed up her story of being an artist, a creative, a dreamer, and not his type at all. He went for older, more experienced women who knew the score. They used him as he used them, for sex and pleasurable outings, no strings attached on either side.
‘I am going to pull you up on something,’ she said as they settled down in the dip of sand.
‘Only one thing?’ he murmured dryly, starting to get the hang of Kimmie’s thinking.
‘Yes. If you read the small print on the sign, it describes this area as a wildlife reserve accessible only by permission of the owner, so what are you doing here?’
‘I have permission but, unfortunately, not on me at this moment.’
‘As I can see,’ she said, cheeks pinking up as she pointedly avoided looking at his almost naked body. ‘It just doesn’t seem fair that you can come here and we can’t.’
‘Change the subject,’ he said.
‘What do you mean?’
‘I’m bored with that topic.’
‘Oh, well, I’m very sorry about that—’ She gasped as he caught hold of her. ‘And what are you doing now?’
Staring into her eyes, he held her just far enough away for Kimmie to imagine he was going to kiss her. She was romantic enough to believe it and that could be useful if he decided to progress this. Thinking about his uncle’s diktat that Kris should find a bride fast, it was hard not to laugh out loud. He couldn’t imagine his uncle had someone like Kimmie in mind. Bright, independent and very much with a mind of her own, he doubted she’d see much merit in marrying him.
Marrying him?
What the hell was he thinking now? He didn’t know her well enough. Yes, he could get to know her, and he had no doubt that would make his uncle happy. Succession planning, Theo Kaimos had said before Kris left Athens for Kaimos. It’s time you stopped tomcatting around and found yourself a d
ecent woman. Kris didn’t want to disappoint the man who’d brought him up like a son, but he had pointed out that the type of woman his uncle had in mind didn’t just drop out of the sky.
Maybe they washed up on a beach?
Dismissing that thought, he turned his attention back to Kimmie.
* * *
Kris hadn’t kissed her, and now she felt such a fool because she’d been so sure he was going to. Worse, she’d been going to let him. Her emotions were all over the place. Was she destined to be a victim of circumstance forever, or would she grab hold of life again at some point and drive forward?
‘Where are you going?’ Kris asked as she stood up.
‘Back to my friends.’
‘But we haven’t started talking yet.’
‘Maybe I’ve changed my mind.’
‘And maybe you shouldn’t do that.’
He sprang up too, and his hands were gentle on her shoulders. Just for a moment she wanted to sink into that feeling. It felt so good to have someone strong who might actually listen to what she had to say, someone who might take hold of her if or when she was falling. But that was another fantasy, though this was what she’d been longing for all day, a quiet place and a chance to think things through. Getting away from people who knew her too well was actually a relief. However hard her friends tried to hide it, she knew they felt sorry for her and the last thing she needed was pity. What she needed was to work things out, get back on her feet, and get back out there fighting. Her plan to dance wildly and party like a demon until the sight of Mike and Janey going at it like rabbits had been ejected from her head was pathetic, and wouldn’t have helped. It would just have made her feel worse.
And this wasn’t a mistake? Kimmie thought as Kris’s customary rock-hard expression softened a little in a way that suggested he might kiss her when he judged the moment right. Naturally her body thought this was a great idea, and only common sense was left behind.
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