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Authors: Wendy Rosnau
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neatly trimmed chin strap. Though his hair was shorter than she liked on any man, she had to admit it looked good on him.
His nose was sleek, his mouth attractive enough to distract her. No, there was nothing that had matched the picture she'd formed in her mind.
She blinked out of her muse and glanced at her image in the small mirror, then touched the faint line on her shoulder. "It's all going to work out," she whispered. "It has to. I've been at this too long. There has to be an end soon."
She had to believe that, but for now the order of the day was getting rid of her tan line and making sure everything was brown before Simon returned.
With that, she left the house and followed a footpath to the dock where a number of skiffs were tied. Lesvago had been built against a massive rock. It was rather like having a giant watching your back, Simon had once told her.
She glanced up at the rocky giant before stepping onto the dock. There were two ways to reach the house: either by rappelling down the peak, or slipping past the guards posted seaside. Both would require more than a little talent. Merrick 's man was either an excellent swimmer, or part mountain goat.
She headed for a small skiff, nodding to the guard posted on the dock. "I'm going to the caverns," she told him.
"Endaxi, Miss Eva," the guard replied. "I'll send four eyes to keep you safe."
With another nod, she tossed her small pack into the skiff. The guard quickly untied the rope and she climbed in. He shoved the boat away from the dock, then she started the motor with a push of a button and headed up the shoreline toward the caverns, while two guards scrambled for another skiff to follow her.
The
Cyclade
Islands
were some of the most beautiful in Greece , and Eva marveled at the sight as she sailed toward the caverns. The clear blue water, and the warm air had her tossing her head to catch the balmy breeze on her face. It felt good to be back, even though Simon's upcoming party hung over her head like a dark cloud. But today she wasn't going to think about what would happen by week's end. For now she would indulge her vagabond heart, and pray that Merrick 's man would deliver her the file soon.
A stretch of sugar-sand beach and a number of colorful outcroppings later, Eva cut the motor and tossed out the anchor. Beyond the caverns, high into the side of a cliff, stood an abandoned monastery, stark white against the rocks that surrounded it on three sides.
Nemo had told her a story about the monk who had been exiled there to live out his life after he'd fallen in love with a beautiful village girl half his age. Nemo said after the monk's death his ghost still wandered the tower. He said, to this day, fishermen returning home spoke tales of seeing the monk's image high in the window of the tower.
Nemo swore he had seen the monk's likeness, too. He claimed it was truly the ghost of Father Talamoss in prayer at the window asking the Almighty for absolution for his cardinal sin.
Eva tied her hair back from her face, then slipped into a BC vest. Strapping on a diving mask and snorkel, she flipped backward out of the boat like a water nymph, eager to return to the sea. Her first dive was exhilarating, the second rekindling her love for the underworld and the amazing marine life that lived in their own private world.
She would sun herself on a rock and work on the tan lines soon, but first she would take a quick look around.
It was while Eva was enjoying the curious fish and the coral formations along the entrance into a narrow sump that she saw the light, then him. It was such a surprise that for several seconds she didn't move.
When she realized that he was swimming toward her, she quickly turned and began to swim back to the boat. She wanted to speak to him, but suddenly she was afraid. She kicked hard, hoping to surface before he caught up to her, but her attempt fell short a few feet from the surface.
A hand gripped her ankle and gave it a hard jerk.
His nose was sleek, his mouth attractive enough to distract her. No, there was nothing that had matched the picture she'd formed in her mind.
She blinked out of her muse and glanced at her image in the small mirror, then touched the faint line on her shoulder. "It's all going to work out," she whispered. "It has to. I've been at this too long. There has to be an end soon."
She had to believe that, but for now the order of the day was getting rid of her tan line and making sure everything was brown before Simon returned.
With that, she left the house and followed a footpath to the dock where a number of skiffs were tied. Lesvago had been built against a massive rock. It was rather like having a giant watching your back, Simon had once told her.
She glanced up at the rocky giant before stepping onto the dock. There were two ways to reach the house: either by rappelling down the peak, or slipping past the guards posted seaside. Both would require more than a little talent. Merrick 's man was either an excellent swimmer, or part mountain goat.
She headed for a small skiff, nodding to the guard posted on the dock. "I'm going to the caverns," she told him.
"Endaxi, Miss Eva," the guard replied. "I'll send four eyes to keep you safe."
With another nod, she tossed her small pack into the skiff. The guard quickly untied the rope and she climbed in. He shoved the boat away from the dock, then she started the motor with a push of a button and headed up the shoreline toward the caverns, while two guards scrambled for another skiff to follow her.
The
Cyclade
Islands
were some of the most beautiful in Greece , and Eva marveled at the sight as she sailed toward the caverns. The clear blue water, and the warm air had her tossing her head to catch the balmy breeze on her face. It felt good to be back, even though Simon's upcoming party hung over her head like a dark cloud. But today she wasn't going to think about what would happen by week's end. For now she would indulge her vagabond heart, and pray that Merrick 's man would deliver her the file soon.
A stretch of sugar-sand beach and a number of colorful outcroppings later, Eva cut the motor and tossed out the anchor. Beyond the caverns, high into the side of a cliff, stood an abandoned monastery, stark white against the rocks that surrounded it on three sides.
Nemo had told her a story about the monk who had been exiled there to live out his life after he'd fallen in love with a beautiful village girl half his age. Nemo said after the monk's death his ghost still wandered the tower. He said, to this day, fishermen returning home spoke tales of seeing the monk's image high in the window of the tower.
Nemo swore he had seen the monk's likeness, too. He claimed it was truly the ghost of Father Talamoss in prayer at the window asking the Almighty for absolution for his cardinal sin.
Eva tied her hair back from her face, then slipped into a BC vest. Strapping on a diving mask and snorkel, she flipped backward out of the boat like a water nymph, eager to return to the sea. Her first dive was exhilarating, the second rekindling her love for the underworld and the amazing marine life that lived in their own private world.
She would sun herself on a rock and work on the tan lines soon, but first she would take a quick look around.
It was while Eva was enjoying the curious fish and the coral formations along the entrance into a narrow sump that she saw the light, then him. It was such a surprise that for several seconds she didn't move.
When she realized that he was swimming toward her, she quickly turned and began to swim back to the boat. She wanted to speak to him, but suddenly she was afraid. She kicked hard, hoping to surface before he caught up to her, but her attempt fell short a few feet from the surface.
A hand gripped her ankle and gave it a hard jerk.
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