“Not for me, thank you.” I looked at Graham. “Too much sun I think.”
“Youareglowing,” he teased, accepting a top up. He was drinking red wine, which I found incredibly classy in a man. He wore a crisp white shirt, with a gold cross on a chain around hisneck. Every woman in here was looking at him, and I felt almost delirious with his attention.
Maybe coming here was a bad call; the wine was already going to my head, and I’d only had two glasses. I should switch to water.
Graham recommended the Souvlaki which was marinated pieces of meat that fell apart on your tongue. It was served with fries and salad, and I devoured it all without conversation. The tzatziki was outstanding and quite possibly my new addiction.
Poor Graham. I’d barely looked up throughout the meal, let alone spoke.
He didn’t seem to mind though; he just smiled and watched me, sipping his wine.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked eventually, once the wine had loosened my tongue. I was chatting utter shit about work and my decision to come to Greece on a whim.
I swallowed the last of my wine and winced.
Did I? I could; this wasn’t a date, was it?
But maybe I’d need another glass of wine, despite switching to water.
In fact, I definitely would.
“Maybe another glass of wine to go with it?” I suggested, watching as Graham waved a waiter down and ordered me another glass of wine, but also a large bottle of sparkling water.
“Are you worried about getting me drunk, sir?” I teased, realising I probably already was. Or at least tipsy.
“No,” he replied with a chuckle. His eyes met mine. “But youareglowing, and you did stay out in the sun a little too long today. I’m simply keeping you hydrated.”
What could I say to that?
“Well, Graham,” I said, watching my cold glass of wine, with ice, making its way to me alongside a tall bottle of mineralwater. “I have been happily married for twenty years, until some woman sent me a video of my husband and her.”
Graham stared at me. “Sorry? A video?”
The waiter placed the drinks on the table, and I grabbed the wine glass,which was most unladylike of me.
I took a deep glug of wine, trying to force the image from my head. It was pointless—it was permanently engrained in my mind.
“Of them in the bedroom.”
Our eyes met, and his widened. He leaned forward, his voice lowered. “Oh, sweetheart. I’m sorry.”
Pain sliced through me at the pity in his tone.
“You didn’t deserve that.”
“How do you know?” I laughed hollowly. “You don’t even know me.”
Graham shrugged. “It’s easy. No one deserves that.”
Ouch. That hit hard, like it was universal knowledge that you didn’t cheat on your wife.
“Well, it happened. At least, I know now.” I stared back at the waves, suddenly wishing I was swimming in them, letting them drown these horrific memories away. They didn’t belong here, not in this beautiful restaurant.
“I was married once,” Graham confessed, following my gaze out to sea.
I turned away from the waves to see Graham’s jaw clenched, his eyes cloudy.
“What happened?”
