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If he hadn’t been caught up in the what-ifs and been paying attention. Man, they should have been hiding, not joyriding around the Aegean.
He could still hear her scream right before he’d pulled her under the water, their sailboat in flames, the bullets zinging through the waves.
They should, by rights, be dead. And that left him weak, his adrenaline dropping as he stepped out into the main room.
Good thing he’d rented the honeymoon suite, because it came with a living room with a long sectional. The whole place opened to a deck with a private infinity pool that overlooked the sea. Teak lounge chairs sat under umbrellas, and someone had already delivered fruity drinks, now sweating on a table between the chairs.
“You okay, Hud?”
He looked over at Iris, who’d cleaned up before he had, leaning against the desk, holding the receiver and a menu card.
Oh, he should have asked for separate rooms, because wow, the woman was pretty, especially when she wasn’t wearing the zebra suit of an ELF referee. Blonde hair down to her shoulders, she wore a peach linen dress, bare feet and legs, and no makeup, which only accentuated her blue eyes.
Yep, the sofa for him. Maybe the lounge chair on the deck.
“Yep,” he managed.
“Very good,” she said into the phone and hung up. “Okay, they’re sending us saganaki, a Greek salad, moussaka, and spanakopita.”
“No burgers on the menu?”
“You’re such an American. We’re in Greece!”
He shrugged and walked out onto the deck. The sea stretched before him, the hour past noon, the sun still high. “It’s so amazing that everything is white.”
“Some say it helps keep the houses cool. But the official reason is that the military made them paint everything blue and white back in 1967 when they took over the island.”
He glanced over at her. She braced her shoulder against the open door to the suite. “I read it on a brochure when you were charming the front desk clerk.” She smiled, then came out to sit on a lounge chair.
He sat in the other. Closed his eyes. Took a breath. The air smelled of flowers, and he attributed it to the massive pink bushes that fell over the edges of the whitewashed walls.
Paradise.
Danger in paradise.
“I tried calling Ziggy while you were in the shower.”
“With what?”
“I logged onto my online voice mail and retrieved her number. I back up all my voice mail online—I don’t want to miss anything.”
“What, like a call from your agent telling you the Minnesota Vikings want you?”
He blinked at her. “Um.”
“Oh, Hud. I was kidding. I—sheesh, I’m sorry. Of course they want—”
“Stop, Iris.” He closed his eyes again. “We all know that if I was going to play for the NFL, they would have already called.”
A beat.
“Besides, the last thing—the very last thing—on my mind is whether some NFL team is considering me for a replacement wideout.” He looked at her. “I’m so sorry, Iris.”
She blinked at him. “What?”
“This is my fault.”
“How—what are you talking about? I do believe that Ziggy said the hit was taken out onme.”
