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the way to his mouth and his eyes widen. “I’m with the Underwater Demolition Command with the Hellenic Navy.”
    “Oh, wow.” It sounds impressive, but I’m not quite sure what that means. “So you’re in the military then.”
    “It’s our special operations. I guess you could say I’m a Greek Navy SEAL.” The proud expression on his face slowly melts away during a long pause. “Or I was until I developed a lung infection. After I was honorably discharged, I founded a triathlon training business. That is the reason I am here this week for the swimming. This afternoon, Dmitri will videotape everyone’s swimming and later we will gather to watch them and I will give some comments to help improve the strokes.”
    I’m still trying to wrap my brain around what he said. The last thing I expected was for him to say he’d been in the military. He struck me as much more of the creative type with all his talk about destiny and things happening for a reason. What kind of soldier talks like that? “That’s great that you have the new business. But back to the Navy SEAL thing... I didn’t even know Greece had Navy SEALs.”
    One of the corners of his sexy mouth tips upward. “And why would you think that? There’s a great deal of water around here.”
    “I know. But no one’s going to attack Greece.”
    “Not now, but there is always that possibility. I suppose you think our tiny, nearly bankrupt country is too insignificant to be worthy of protection,” he says sarcastically.
    Great. Here I go putting my foot in my mouth again. “I didn’t say that.”
    “You didn’t have to.”
    “I’d say you’re being overly sensitive, which I understand since your country is in so much trouble right now. But I came to Greece didn’t I? Even though the news people make it sound like we’ll be robbed and have no way to get around. My friends thought I was crazy not to cancel. But I stood up for Greece. I said it was all a bunch of media hype.”
    Eros shakes his head and frowns. “I hope if you become a writer you don’t work for the news networks.”
    I laugh. “Don’t worry. I have zero interest in doing anything like that.”
    “That’s odd Americans would believe such rubbish,” says Maryann. “Everyone in the UK wants to holiday in Greece because now it’s quite a bargain at the moment. And we don’t plan to holiday in America again unless the dodgy ones lose their guns.”
    “I understand. Even though I live there, I get kind of freaked out sometimes. As far as other countries go, though, I don’t listen much to what’s on TV,” I say. “I read the State Department warnings that have hard facts and then decide for myself if I want to go someplace.”
    Eros studies me. “But you were probably worried your trip would be a disaster.”
    “Maybe a little. But I talked to people who had visited in recent weeks and they all raved about how great it was here. So I figured all that crap on the news was just that. Crap. And now I’m here.”
    Eros blinks once and then again. His long eyelashes make his dark expressive eyes look even larger. He’s not only hot. He’s gorgeous. He looks almost too gorgeous to be real. This man’s a work of art. His lips curve up into a smile that strikes me as admiring instead of critical. “That is very good. You seem like the kind of person who gives unknown people and countries a chance. This world needs to have more like you.”
    After years of having people assume I was mean when I was shy, I know what it’s like to be misunderstood. Even though I was scared to talk to new people, after a while I overcame that fear. I wanted more people to see me for me instead of making a false judgment based on my silence. Shy certainly isn’t a word I’d use to describe myself now. Now most of the time, I talk way too damn much. “I try not to judge without doing proper research.”
    “How’s your fried cheese?” Eros asks.
    “It’s great.” I stab my fork into