Blissfully unaware of her host's plans for her immediate future, Isobel woke early again next morning and for a moment gazed blankly round the unfamiliar room until a glance at the crutch leaning against the foot of the bed brought the events of the previous day rushing back. She lay quiet for a while as she reviewed them, amazed that she'd survived the night without one of the nightmares afflicting her lately. Perhaps she was cured of them at last. She was so comfortable she was reluctant to move, but at last she had no choice. With a sigh Isobel sat up, carefully manoeuvred herself to the edge of the bed, reached for the crutch and put her good foot to the floor. Twenty minutes later she was sitting by the open veranda doors, hair combed, teeth brushed, face clean and painkillers washed down with fruit juice. And, though both ankle and head were still making their presence felt, the discomfort was bearable enough to confirm that once she transferred to the cottage she would be able to manage perfectly well on her own.
She looked up with a smile as Eleni appeared with a breakfast tray. 'Good morning.'
The little woman returned the smile shyly. 'Kalimera. How you feel today, Isobel?'
'Much better,' Isobel assured her. 'Thank you, Eleni. You're a star.'
Eleni carried the tray out on to the veranda, leaving the doors open wide for Isobel. 'Eat well,' she commanded, and left Isobel to the pleasure of breakfast in the fresh air of a Chyros morning.
Thankful to find her nausea gone, Isobel ate one of the sweet rolls and finished off the tea, looking down in longing through the balcony rails at the pool. She sucked in a sudden breath. A bronzed body had appeared in the water, cutting through it like some exotic sea creature as Lukas swam laps of his pool at a speed that tired Isobel to watch. At last he heaved himself out of the water to stand with arms outstretched and face upturned to the sun for a minute or two before he wrapped his spectacular body in a towelling robe.
Isobel let out the breath she hadn't even known she was holding, wondering how to get herself off the balcony without attracting his attention. But before she could move he turned, gave her a mocking bow and strolled into the house.
Face flaming, Isobel did her Long John Silver act back into the bedroom to strip off her dressing gown. Time she moved out. She collected some clothes and a polythene bag used to pack shoes, and then went into the bathroom for a sponge down. It was a messy, unsatisfactory process, but she managed it without wetting the bandage on her ankle, and felt absurdly pleased with herself when it was over. She slapped on some body lotion, struggled into her underwear, then pulled on a favourite comfortable yellow T-shirt dress and, with the help of the crutch, made it back into the bedroom just as Eleni hurried in.
'I came to help,' said the woman reproachfully.
Isobel smiled in apology. 'I had to see if I could manage on my own. I really must leave today and go back to the cottage. I'm afraid I used rather a lot of towels.'
The woman shrugged this off as unimportant, and went into the bathroom to collect them. 'You sit still now. I bring coffee,' she said firmly, and took the damp bundle away.
Isobel did her sitting still on the balcony, determined not to remain in the vicinity of Lukas Andreadis a moment longer than necessary. When Eleni came back with the coffee she would request a visit from the master of the house, preferably when he was fully clothed, and ask him for a lift down to the cottage. After that she need never see him again. Which would be good because she found his presence disturbing. For one thing, he was a man, and for another she was sure he still believed she'd been up to no good when she invaded his precious beach. While all she wanted from him was a lift back to the cottage so she could enjoy the rest of her holiday alone, in the peace she'd come all this way to find.
When she called in answer to a knock on the bedroom door she heard the slight rattling of a tray and sniffed the enticing scent of freshly made coffee. But, instead of Eleni, it was Luke Andreadis, casual in jeans and T-shirt, who came out onto the veranda to put a tray down on the table.
'Kalimera,' he greeted her. 'May I join you?'
'Of course,' she said, hiding her dismay. 'Good morning.'
'How are you today?'
'Much better.'
'Eleni tells me you did not wait for her to help you dress,' he said casually.
'I had to try to manage on my own.'
Luke handed her a cup of coffee, then pulled a chair up to the table. 'I trust,' he said, eyeing her ankle, 'that your bandage is still dry?'
'I wrapped my foot in a plastic bag.' She smiled politely. 'I'm self-sufficient now. So if you'd be kind enough to drive me down to the cottage this morning I'll leave you in peace.'
He shook his damp head. 'Not this morning.'
Isobel's heart sank. 'This afternoon, then?'
'Before you can stay there alone, food must be bought for you.'
'I'll give you money for Eleni,' she said promptly.
'Also,' he went on, brushing that aside, 'I must inspect the place for myself first, to check its suitability for your injury.'
Her chin lifted. 'There's absolutely no need for you to trouble yourself, Mr Andreadis,' she said flatly. 'If I can manage here, I can manage there.'
He raised an eyebrow. 'Also cook for yourself?'
'With a supply of salad vegetables, and bread and cheese, I shan't need to cook for myself for a day or two. And by then I'll be good on both feet,' she assured him, resenting his tone.
'If you will give me your key I shall go down to the cottage soon,' said Luke. 'And then we shall see.'
Isobel sighed, frustrated. 'If you must. Though I thought you'd be only too pleased to get rid of me.'
His smile set off alarm bells in her head. 'As I told you, Miss James, we revere the traveller here in Greece.'
'You were anything but reverent when you found this one on your beach!'
'Only because I misunderstood the reason for your presence.' And strongly doubted her story of the Jet Ski. His eyes darkened. 'It is by no means unusual for journalists of both sexes to invade my beach, nor for young women to arrange to be stranded there.'
'In the hope that you'll come to the rescue?'
'Their hopes are usually higher-or lower-than that,' he said, his mouth twisting in distaste. 'I do not,' he added sardonically, 'delude myself that they are attracted to me in person. Only to my money.'
'And the power you used to amass it. Isn't power supposed to be the ultimate aphrodisiac?' Isobel smiled politely. 'You Greeks have a word for everything.'
He inclined his head. 'The rest of the world owes much to us.'
'What happens to trespassers when you're not here?'
'Milos deals with them. He is ex-army, and officially works as my gardener. But his main function is security. He had time off yesterday; otherwise you would have been removed before I arrived.'
'Which would have saved a lot of trouble.' One way and another.
Luke gave her the unsettling smile again. 'But it would also have deprived me of the pleasure of meeting you.'
Isobel dismissed that with a shrug. 'You speak very good English.'
'Thank you. I had a very good English teacher in school and, due to his influence, I studied for my MBA in London.' He got up. 'It is good you are not a journalist. I am not usually free with my personal details.'
'I shan't pass them on to anyone,' she assured him.
He looked surprised. 'They are not secrets. I was born here on Chyros. My background is known to everyone.'
'Even so, I don't speak Greek so I'm not likely to talk to anyone about you.'
'Not even to Alex Nicolaides? He speaks English.'
'He hardly knows me! Though he was very helpful,' she added.
'Which cannot surprise you.'
She raised an eyebrow in silent query.
'A look in the mirror will answer your question,' he informed her.
She sighed. Same old, same old. 'I seriously doubt that. I have a black eye, in case you haven't noticed, Mr Andreadis.'
'I could hardly help notice, but it is already fading and detracts very little from your looks, Miss James.'
'Thank you,' she said shortly, and bent to pick up her handbag. 'Here are the keys. Will you let me know your verdict as soon as possible?'
Luke took them, his eyes amused. 'You are so eager to leave my house?'
Her chin lifted. 'I really can't trespass on your hospitality any longer.'
'You throw the word at me like a missile!' He chuckled. 'I shall see you at lunch.'
Isobel scowled as he strolled from the room, feeling all at sea. Lukas Andreadis in friendly mode-if you could call it that-was deeply unnerving. Yet hearing something of his background had whetted her curiosity to know more. But Eleni was the only one she could ask, so there was no way she was going to find out any more unless he told her himself. And, since she was hopefully moving out today, and it wasn't a question she could ask anyway, that was unlikely. But she couldn't leave until Luke Andreadis drove her to the cottage, so she would do what she always did with time on her hands-and far too often when she should have been doing other things entirely.