tough-looking seaman, Yannis, probably in his sixties, barred her way. “Go back down, Ms. Walsh,” he told her in a heavily accented voice.
“Just let me stand here for a little while and breathe some fresh air.” There was no sign of her baby’s father. The sun had fallen below the horizon.
“Nikos doesn’t want you up here until we’re out on open water. It’s for your safety. I promised him that I would take care of you.”
There’d be no point in begging his guard dog to let her walk around on deck. “All right.” She turned around and went back to the dimly lit passage below, and finally Nikos’s bedroom. Stephanie couldn’t believe this was the same man she’d fallen madly in love with.
Since he wasn’t working at Vassalos Shipping right now, what was he doing on this yacht? Needing to figure out why he was being so cruel and secretive, she opened his closet, but all she found were casual clothes. Nothing that told her anything. The clothes in the dresser didn’t reveal anything, either.
Needing answers, she left the bedroom and went along the passageway to the next door, on the left. It was another bedroom, with a queen-size bed and its own bathroom.
She tried the next door, but it was locked. Maybe it was the bedroom of the man who was crewing for Nikos. Stephanie’s gaze darted to the lounge across from it. One end contained a couch, table and chairs, and an entertainment center. The other end had been made into a den, equipped with a computer and everything that went with it.
After checking out his desk, she came across sets of maps and charts with Greek words she couldn’t read. Stephanie was afraid she’d be caught snooping and it would intensify his anger. Quickly, she put them back in the drawers and hurried down the corridor to his bedroom.
Once she’d shut the door, she leaned against it with a pounding heart while her mind tried to make sense of what he was doing on the yacht. When she’d calmed down, she was so exhausted she stretched out on the bed. In case he came to check up on her, he would think she’d been sleeping instead of exploring the yacht without his permission.
Emotionally spent, she closed her eyes for a minute, trying desperately to put all the disjointed pieces together. The man at the reception desk had told her Kyrie Vassalos was out of the country and wouldn’t be back in the foreseeable future. It was a blatant lie, since Nikos had obviously been living on this yacht for some time. Why?
Stephanie racked her brain for answers until she knew nothing else. When she next became aware of her surroundings, the yacht was still moving. To her surprise Nikos had thrown a blanket over her. How long had she slept? Her watch said it was 11:00 p.m., Greek time.
When she rolled over to get up, she realized he’d removed her sandals. At the end of the bed she saw her suitcase. That meant he’d already sailed to Chios, and had no doubt taken care of her hotel bill.
She started to tremble. No one in the world knew where she was right now. No one would be looking for her yet. Stephanie was being held against her will in the middle of the Aegean Sea by a man she didn’t begin to know.
After slipping on her sandals, she left the bedroom and walked down the hall to the stairs. No one met her at the top. She walked to the railing and looked all around. Night had descended. In the distance she could see lights twinkling from land far away. Though the sight was beautiful, she shivered to think she’d been so foolish as to climb aboard the boat of a perfect stranger. In Greek waters, no less...
Didn’t Greek mythology tell of Pandora, the first woman on earth? Zeus had given her a beautiful container with instructions not to open it under any circumstances. But her curiosity had prevailed and she did open it, letting out all the evil held inside. For what she’d done, she’d feared Zeus’s wrath.
Another shudder rocked Stephanie’s body. Today she’d opened that
“Just let me stand here for a little while and breathe some fresh air.” There was no sign of her baby’s father. The sun had fallen below the horizon.
“Nikos doesn’t want you up here until we’re out on open water. It’s for your safety. I promised him that I would take care of you.”
There’d be no point in begging his guard dog to let her walk around on deck. “All right.” She turned around and went back to the dimly lit passage below, and finally Nikos’s bedroom. Stephanie couldn’t believe this was the same man she’d fallen madly in love with.
Since he wasn’t working at Vassalos Shipping right now, what was he doing on this yacht? Needing to figure out why he was being so cruel and secretive, she opened his closet, but all she found were casual clothes. Nothing that told her anything. The clothes in the dresser didn’t reveal anything, either.
Needing answers, she left the bedroom and went along the passageway to the next door, on the left. It was another bedroom, with a queen-size bed and its own bathroom.
She tried the next door, but it was locked. Maybe it was the bedroom of the man who was crewing for Nikos. Stephanie’s gaze darted to the lounge across from it. One end contained a couch, table and chairs, and an entertainment center. The other end had been made into a den, equipped with a computer and everything that went with it.
After checking out his desk, she came across sets of maps and charts with Greek words she couldn’t read. Stephanie was afraid she’d be caught snooping and it would intensify his anger. Quickly, she put them back in the drawers and hurried down the corridor to his bedroom.
Once she’d shut the door, she leaned against it with a pounding heart while her mind tried to make sense of what he was doing on the yacht. When she’d calmed down, she was so exhausted she stretched out on the bed. In case he came to check up on her, he would think she’d been sleeping instead of exploring the yacht without his permission.
Emotionally spent, she closed her eyes for a minute, trying desperately to put all the disjointed pieces together. The man at the reception desk had told her Kyrie Vassalos was out of the country and wouldn’t be back in the foreseeable future. It was a blatant lie, since Nikos had obviously been living on this yacht for some time. Why?
Stephanie racked her brain for answers until she knew nothing else. When she next became aware of her surroundings, the yacht was still moving. To her surprise Nikos had thrown a blanket over her. How long had she slept? Her watch said it was 11:00 p.m., Greek time.
When she rolled over to get up, she realized he’d removed her sandals. At the end of the bed she saw her suitcase. That meant he’d already sailed to Chios, and had no doubt taken care of her hotel bill.
She started to tremble. No one in the world knew where she was right now. No one would be looking for her yet. Stephanie was being held against her will in the middle of the Aegean Sea by a man she didn’t begin to know.
After slipping on her sandals, she left the bedroom and walked down the hall to the stairs. No one met her at the top. She walked to the railing and looked all around. Night had descended. In the distance she could see lights twinkling from land far away. Though the sight was beautiful, she shivered to think she’d been so foolish as to climb aboard the boat of a perfect stranger. In Greek waters, no less...
Didn’t Greek mythology tell of Pandora, the first woman on earth? Zeus had given her a beautiful container with instructions not to open it under any circumstances. But her curiosity had prevailed and she did open it, letting out all the evil held inside. For what she’d done, she’d feared Zeus’s wrath.
Another shudder rocked Stephanie’s body. Today she’d opened that
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