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so good I couldn’t help myself.
He cleared his throat. “I—”
“You were wrong, you know,” she interrupted in a soft voice.
“Wrong?”
“That I’d need three glasses of retsina before I’d think it tasted good. Just one taste from your mouth, and I know it’s very, very delicious.”
That surprised a short laugh out of him. “And I’ve come to have a new appreciation for the very appetizing flavor of sauvignon blanc.” Her words, her smile, the heat in her eyes that reflected his own, nearly sent him back for another taste of her, but he somehow managed to keep his mouth to himself. He slid the plates of food closer to her. “Try the keftedes alone, and then with the tziaziki . Which, by the way, we either both have to eat, or neither of us.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to smell like garlic if you don’t. But if we both do? Nothing like a garlicky tziaziki kiss, I promise.” And why had he brought up the subject of kissing when he was trying to behave?
He was glad to see every trace of sadness was gone, replaced by a slightly wicked smile that sent his blood pumping all over again. “Don’t think it could beat the last one, but I’m more than willing to give it a try.”
“I doubt it could beat the last one either. Guess we’ll have to find out.”
The memory of that kiss had the air practically humming as they looked at one another, andAndros knew he had to bring the conversation back to something less exciting to ratchet down his libido. Either that, or leave and steam up the windows of his car.
And that idea was so appealing, he nearly threw money on the table and grabbed her hand to get going on it.
“So,” he said, stuffing half a meatball into his mouth to drown out the flavor of Laurel, “I assume you’re going to shut down the cave dig for the moment.”
“Shut it down?”
“Yes. With John sick now too, it’s logical until we get some test results back.”
“We only have a few weeks left of the dig as it is. And no one has any idea if they’re sick because of something in the caves or not. For all we know it could be something a tourist brought to the hotel. Or even coincidence and not the same illness.”
He was surprised as hell at her attitude and the suddenly mulish expression on her face, especially considering she’d seen how sick the three were and had seemed as worried as he was. “True. But it makes sense to wait until we get the test results. How could a few days matter?”
“Every hour matters. There’ll be no more funding for this project. Which means whateverwe have left to unearth has to be discovered soon, or it’ll stay buried.”
“Things will stay buried anyway. Unless a dig lasts indefinitely, I’d think you could never be sure what might still be there.”
“True. And we have used satellite imaging and ground-penetrating radar and magnetometry to help us find what’s still there. But those things are less reliable when it comes to the caves.”
“So you’re willing to risk someone else getting sick to give yourself a few extra days’ digging.” He couldn’t help but feel frustrated, even angry about that, especially when an image of Laurel lying in a hospital bed, sick and nearly unable to breathe, disturbingly injected itself into his mind.
“I need to finish this dig for my parents.” She frowned at him for a long moment before she finally spoke again. “But I’ll compromise. I’ll offer the team a choice about working on the mountain, and we’ll stay out of the caves until the test results are back. Unless you can prove to me the pneumonia is definitely related to the dig, though, I’m not shutting it down.”
CHAPTER SIX
“I CAN ’ T BELIEVE Kristin stayed at the hotel when we’re already down three people.” Becka sat back on her haunches and pushed her hair under her hat as she looked over at Laurel.
“It’s fine, Becka.” Laurel pulled a bag and pen from her apron to label the potsherd she’d
He cleared his throat. “I—”
“You were wrong, you know,” she interrupted in a soft voice.
“Wrong?”
“That I’d need three glasses of retsina before I’d think it tasted good. Just one taste from your mouth, and I know it’s very, very delicious.”
That surprised a short laugh out of him. “And I’ve come to have a new appreciation for the very appetizing flavor of sauvignon blanc.” Her words, her smile, the heat in her eyes that reflected his own, nearly sent him back for another taste of her, but he somehow managed to keep his mouth to himself. He slid the plates of food closer to her. “Try the keftedes alone, and then with the tziaziki . Which, by the way, we either both have to eat, or neither of us.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to smell like garlic if you don’t. But if we both do? Nothing like a garlicky tziaziki kiss, I promise.” And why had he brought up the subject of kissing when he was trying to behave?
He was glad to see every trace of sadness was gone, replaced by a slightly wicked smile that sent his blood pumping all over again. “Don’t think it could beat the last one, but I’m more than willing to give it a try.”
“I doubt it could beat the last one either. Guess we’ll have to find out.”
The memory of that kiss had the air practically humming as they looked at one another, andAndros knew he had to bring the conversation back to something less exciting to ratchet down his libido. Either that, or leave and steam up the windows of his car.
And that idea was so appealing, he nearly threw money on the table and grabbed her hand to get going on it.
“So,” he said, stuffing half a meatball into his mouth to drown out the flavor of Laurel, “I assume you’re going to shut down the cave dig for the moment.”
“Shut it down?”
“Yes. With John sick now too, it’s logical until we get some test results back.”
“We only have a few weeks left of the dig as it is. And no one has any idea if they’re sick because of something in the caves or not. For all we know it could be something a tourist brought to the hotel. Or even coincidence and not the same illness.”
He was surprised as hell at her attitude and the suddenly mulish expression on her face, especially considering she’d seen how sick the three were and had seemed as worried as he was. “True. But it makes sense to wait until we get the test results. How could a few days matter?”
“Every hour matters. There’ll be no more funding for this project. Which means whateverwe have left to unearth has to be discovered soon, or it’ll stay buried.”
“Things will stay buried anyway. Unless a dig lasts indefinitely, I’d think you could never be sure what might still be there.”
“True. And we have used satellite imaging and ground-penetrating radar and magnetometry to help us find what’s still there. But those things are less reliable when it comes to the caves.”
“So you’re willing to risk someone else getting sick to give yourself a few extra days’ digging.” He couldn’t help but feel frustrated, even angry about that, especially when an image of Laurel lying in a hospital bed, sick and nearly unable to breathe, disturbingly injected itself into his mind.
“I need to finish this dig for my parents.” She frowned at him for a long moment before she finally spoke again. “But I’ll compromise. I’ll offer the team a choice about working on the mountain, and we’ll stay out of the caves until the test results are back. Unless you can prove to me the pneumonia is definitely related to the dig, though, I’m not shutting it down.”
CHAPTER SIX
“I CAN ’ T BELIEVE Kristin stayed at the hotel when we’re already down three people.” Becka sat back on her haunches and pushed her hair under her hat as she looked over at Laurel.
“It’s fine, Becka.” Laurel pulled a bag and pen from her apron to label the potsherd she’d
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