It was almost sixteen years since he’d last seen his daughter. He’d assumed their previous association would give Milos a lever he didn’t have.īut Sam was naturally anxious about the visit. Milos had been sure Sam would want to meet her himself, but he’d asked Milos to do it. He’d talked of little else since she’d accepted his invitation. Still, she was here now and Sam-her father-would be delighted.
He’d been spoilt by private planes and helicopters and fast, turbo-driven yachts. Was it his imagination, or did Helen look a little harassed after her journey? Two plane flights and a ferry ride at the end of it could do that to you, he guessed. He should be long over her-and he was, he assured himself fiercely. Theos, what was wrong with him? She’d been a wife, a mother, and a widow since that mindless interlude in London. Although it was over fourteen years since he’d had anything to do with her, there was no denying his jumping nerves or the seething emotions just the sight of her inspired. Or slept with, he appended, trying to make light of the fact that he was meeting her again. And he had to admit, she was still one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen. Milos could see her clearly, despite the roiling tension in his gut. H ELEN was standing at the rail when the ferry docked in Santoros.
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