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  “I count on you, son.” A joyous note resonated in the old man’s voice.

  “Mr. Zanis, can I ask for your granddaughter’s hand in marriage?” Stefano asked as solemnly as if they stood in the living room of the Zanis residency.

  “You sure can, son. I know she already said yes. I will be coming to give her away. Now build that hotel fast. And a sailor chapel. Good bye now. Yassou.”

  “Yassou.” Stefano shut the cell phone and handed it to her. “He talked so loud, I’m sure you heard every word. Now that we have your grandfather’s blessing, we need my family’s one. I haven’t told them anything about the change of plans for the Pink Villa.”

  “Oh dear.”

  ****

  Two days later, Ashley and Stefano boarded the Athena. Following his boss’ order, Mikhali had sailed the yacht to meet them at the Piraeus Port.

  “Yassou, kyria. I hope you had a good time in our capital,” the steward said as he carried the heavy suitcases full of Greek souvenirs she bought in the bazaar.

  “Wonderful. Stefano gave me a walking tour of the old city. We climbed the Acropolis and visited the Temple of Athena and the monuments, and later we ate at the Plaka.”

  She’d never forget the cozy dinner they shared in the colorful touristic restaurant that offered Greek delicacies and a fabulous view of the Parthenon. The second day was a different story. They spent it at the Kostapoulos residency on the outskirt of Athens before Stefano’s parents and siblings drove them to the harbor.

  Mikhali deposited her luggage in the stateroom where she’d slept on her previous visits. While Stefano changed in the bathroom, Ashley hastened to remove her city outfit and don a ruffled skirt and a halter top, both with cheerful orange and yellow flowers. She was brushing her hair when Stefano knocked on her door. “Ready to go on deck?”

  She opened the door, and smiled at the sight of her fiancé in beige shorts. His printed shirt, unbuttoned and wide-open, revealed his bronzed torso. “Come. We’re pulling away from the dock. It’s fun to watch the boat sail out of the Piraeus.”

  He held her hand and tugged her up the narrow stairs to the main deck. “The harbor is very crowded. I have to help Mikhali with the departure. Do you want a drink?”

  “Just water for now.” She leaned on the rail, inhaling the salty breeze of the sea— a smell she now associated with love and happiness.

  While Stefano and Mikhali concentrated on the yacht’s maneuvers, Ashley shot several pictures of the noisy and colorful crowd bustling in the busy port. The boat navigated away from the dock and swiftly sailed to the open sea.

  Soon, Stefano joined her. “So did you have a nice time in Athens?” Anxiety underlined his tone as he repeated his steward’s question.

  “A lovely time.” Her smile should reassure him.

  His arm encircled her waist and together they watched the mainland retreat and narrow at the horizon. “I mean did you finally relax with my parents?”

  “Your dad is so nice. He welcomed me right away. Olympia, Catherina and Filipo made me feel at home.” The two sisters and one brother she’d met spent the time chatting and joking with her, or teasing Stefano in a congenial way. “Filipo asked me if I have a sister.” Ashley chuckled at the antics of Stefano’s younger brother.

  “It doesn’t surprise me. Filipo is becoming an incorrigible playboy. He’s an expert at avoiding our mother’s matchmaking attempts. I’m glad you had fun with my sisters and brother. Mama likes you a lot,” Stefano added with more assertiveness than necessary.

  After shaking hands with her, Mrs. Kostapoulos had given Ashley the once-over, then called her son to the other room, while her children took the new fiancée on a tour of the yard and private beach.

  So far, Ashley had concentrated on the positive outcome of her visit. She carefully worded her sentences. “At first, I think I was a bad surprise for your mother which is understandable considering I’m the granddaughter of your family’s long-time enemy.”

  He let out a long sigh. “I’m responsible for my mother’s cold reception. I should have prepared her and—”

  “But then after she privately talked with you, she hugged me and congratulated me. She even gave me this gold cross as an engagement gift.” Ashley fingered the beautiful piece of jewelry hanging around her neck on a golden chain.

  “Once I explained how much I love you and I related the agreement with your grandfather, Mama was delighted that I finally found the girl of my dreams.” His smile sent such a tender message, Ashley melted against him.

  “Oh Stefano, that’s so sweet.” A lump of emotion swelled in her throat. “The girl of your dream,” she repeated in a whisper. “I still have trouble believing that this is real. I hope nothing else will come to spoil our happiness,” she added, stroking his cheek.

  “Nothing on earth can separate us.” As if to prove his point, he squeezed her against his frame and captured her lips for a deep, blazing kiss. “Nothing,” he repeated fervently against her mouth. “I can’t wait to marry you. We should set a date soon.”

  “How about the Sunday after the inauguration of the resort?”

  “That late? It will take at least four months to build the hotel.” She chuckled at his discomfited tone.

  “Remember, I may have a baby here.” She pointed to her flat belly. He immediately lifted her halter top to reveal her waist line. His lips scorched her skin in a warm kiss that sent flames in the near vicinity. Her pulse zigzagging all over the place, she squeezed herself against him.

  “You are giving me an incentive to work day and night. We’ll get married in three months. I promise the resort will be finished.” His smile flashed with confidence.

  “Wait. What about the sailor chapel that Grandpa wants?”

  “It will be ready before the resort,” he assured her with calm authority.

  “We’ll call it the Yorgho and Elena Chapel. Can we get married there?”

  “Absolutely. Your grandfather will be delighted.”

  “It’ll have to be big enough to accommodate your whole family.”

  He burst out laughing. “You bet. If any relatives can’t fit in, they’ll ruin my day. Greeks can be quite resentful if antagonized.”

  “Don’t I know that. We’ll make sure all your family and mine share our happiness. You can invite the whole island if you want. The resort will be big enough.”

  “I don’t want to call it The Pink Villas. Can you think of a better name?”

  “How about the Love Boat Resort? We can have little yachts decorating the lobby.”

  “Wonderful idea. We still have one more thing to take care of before we run downstairs to celebrate our future,” he added with a wink.

  His peculiar smile made her frown. She understood the celebration part and couldn’t wait to toast any way he wanted in his big bed, but she thought they covered all the bases for the wedding. “One more?”

  “Look, the sun is setting. Right on time.” He released her and she arched her brow.

  “On time for what?”

  “For you to have your own ring, Aghapie mou, my love.” He took her right hand, and slid a large diamond ring on her fourth finger. “In Greece, we wear the wedding ring on the right hand.”

  “Oh Stefano, it’s so beautiful.” Tears wet her lashes as she admired the ring sealing their engagement. Her own ring.

  “Now, let’s make a wish together as the sun sinks into the sea.” He gathered her in his arms. “I wish that we will always love each other, and remain together.”

  She wrapped her arm around his nape and closed her eyes. “I’m glad I found my special Greek. I wish to keep you forever.”

  Her special Greek brought her hard against his chest for a long kiss that promised the moon and the stars, and a love as enduring as the love of Yorgho and Elena.

  A word about the author...

  In a past life, Mona Risk was a chemist who mixed solutions, dipped her gloved fingers in dirty waste, and ran complicated equipment in order
to declare drinking water safe for consumption.

  When her Ph.D. and work in chemistry landed her international contracts to refurbish laboratories, she traveled to more than sixty countries on business or vacation. To relax from her hectic schedule, she avidly read romance novels and mentally plotted her own books.

  Eventually she left a scientific career to share with her readers the many stories brewing in her head. M. Risk likes to set her novels in the fascinating places she visited, from exotic Belarus, and historical France, to the beaches of Greece, the monuments of Egypt and the mysterious Islands of Seychelles.

  Mona Risk can be found at: www.monarisk.com

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