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Disbelief hardened into something stronger even than shock as each typewritten word carved itself into her brain.

Theo thought he needed a legal document to stop her blabbing about what they’d shared?

It was impossible. Unthinkable.

But the man she’d known had lied to her by omission about many things.

Obviously she’d been mistaken about so much. She’d believed them soulmates. Yet he didn’t understand her at all if he thought she’d sell her story to the press.

Isla took the fountain pen with a surprisingly steady hand and scribbled her name on the dotted line.

Petro Skouras’s relief was obvious. ‘Would you like me to see you to your hotel?’

‘No.’ She shot to her feet. ‘I’m fine on my own.’

She had been before Theo burst like a bright ray of sunshine into her life. She would be again, given time.

Theo didn’t want her. She didn’t belong in his life. She’d just been a brief diversion.

Isla held her head high as she walked out into the Athenian afternoon, ignoring the pain in her breaking heart.

CHAPTER ONE

ISLAWRAPPEDHERscarf around her neck then shoved her hands in her coat pockets as she walked down the street. Winter bit through her clothes. It was hard to believe that just four months ago she’d been...

Pain scythed through her chest. A reminder she didn’t go there any more.

Dragging in a deep breath, she did what she always did when her mood dropped—focus on the positive. Find five things she felt good about. It was a diversion she’d learned as a child and it always helped.

Even if some days it was hard.

Some days it felt like a lie, but she always persevered and eventually, one day, things started to feel a little better.

Okay, five things. To make it easy she wouldn’t look too far ahead. It was simpler to focus on the here and now.

One. The sun was shining after a week of English drizzle. The pale blue between the clouds surely invited optimism.

Two. Rebecca had promised chocolate brownies for morning tea, knowing they were Isla’s favourite. Her almost empty stomach churned, making her frown, but then it settled and the moment passed.

Three. Rebecca. Her friend and boss was reason enough to feel grateful.

Four. The new wools might be in. It was always fun unpacking new stock, losing herself in the colours and textures as she restocked the shelves.

Five...

Isla caught the scent of cigarette smoke as she approached a man looking in a shop window. The acrid tang invaded her nostrils and her steps faltered as her sensitive stomach rebelled. He cast her a swift glance, lifted his phone to his ear and turned away to cross the street.

She took another breath, this time scented with wet pavement and the mint she’d automatically popped into her mouth. Thankfully her stomach settled.

Her gaze followed the man. Did she know him? His face, glimpsed in that quick, sideways glance, wasn’t familiar. Yet something about the cut of his short, greying hair and nuggety frame rang a bell.

A shiver of disquiet rippled down her spine.

Isla hurried on. She’d cut it fine to open up on time. She couldn’t dawdle. Yet as she approached the high street she couldn’t banish a tickle of unease, the same feeling she’d had all week, triggered by a feeling someone was watching her.

When she reached the shop she shoved those thoughts aside. She was lucky to have this job and she intended to keep it.

She’d loved her studies and hadn’t wanted to give them up but needs must. For now a steady income was more important than pursuing her passion for ancient history and her dream of becoming an archaeologist.

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