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A maid was standing at the foot of the stairs, waiting to escort her to her hosts. She was young and her eyes moved surreptitiously over Jane’s appearance, making her wonder, not for the first time, whether it was possible for anyone to suspect her secret. But no. The girl was just curious. And who could blame her?
They left the hall and followed an arching passage that led to the back of the villa. The passage was open on one side and Jane could again hear the gentle soughing of the sea. It made her wonder if Leo Souvakis was entertaining his guests outside. But before they reached the terrace the maid turned aside into an enormous glass pavilion.
The orangery, for that was what Jane remembered it was, was a veritable jungle of tropical plants and trees, with fairy lights threaded among the greenery. It was cooled during the day by a very efficient air-conditioning system, but at night only a couple of fans kept the velvety warmth at bay.
The maid announced her and then Leo Souvakis was coming towards her, leaning heavily on a cane, but with a real smile of welcome on his face. Jane registered the lines of strain on his ageing features, features which were still so remarkably like his son’s. ‘Jane,’ he said warmly, grasping both her hands with his free one and leaning towards her to bestow a kiss on both cheeks. ‘How good it is to see you. But—’ He surveyed her thoroughly ‘you seem positively glowing. I thought Ariadne said you looked tired when you arrived.’
‘I did.’ Jane returned his welcome, stifling any resentment at the thought that Ariadne had been talking about her. She allowed Demetri’s father to draw her forward to meet the other people in the room. ‘I’m sorry. I’m afraid I fell asleep or I’d have come to thank you for your invitation sooner. It’s good to see you again, too, Leo. I won’t ask how you are right now. I’m sure you must get tired of answering that question.’
‘How right you are, my dear.’ Leo patted her hand again and released her. ‘And there’s no need to apologise. Evidently that sleep has effected a cure. Now, I think you know everyone, don’t you? Maria, of course.’ He waited while Jane exchanged a chilly kiss with her mother-in-law and then went on, ‘Ariadne, whom you met earlier. And Stefan. I’m sure you remember him. And Yanis—or should I say Father Josef?’ His lips tightened unexpectedly. ‘He has come especially to see you.’
Jane greeted them all in turn, grateful that, apart fromAriadne, she did indeed know everyone. Until five years ago, she had considered these people her family as well as Demetri’s. Even his mother, despite the fact that she had never made her welcome.
For the next few minutes, she was busy telling them all about what she’d been doing recently. Apparently Demetri had told them about the success of the gallery, how with her help it had gone from strength to strength.
She tried not to feel warmed that he’d been impressed with the responsibilities Olga had given her, and wondered if he was trying to salve his conscience. But then, he hadn’t known his father was going to invite her here when he’d returned to the island, had he?
Conversation became general and during the meal, which was taken in the adjoining dining room, Jane found herself speaking to each of them in turn. The gleaming table was wide, its orchid-entwined centrepiece lit only by flickering candles in silver sconces, and the subdued light made expressions harder to read.
Demetri’s mother was still chilly and Ariadne was obviously resentful to have her here, taking centre stage in what she evidently already regarded as her domain. But Leo and his two younger sons made an effort to put her at her ease. Stefan had always been sympathetic and his malicious good humour was infectious.
The biggest change was in Yanis. When Jane left the island, he’d just been beginning his training to become a priest. Now, in black robes, and with a heavy moustache and beard, he seemed a stranger. Less approachable in some ways, though he was still as gentle as he had always been.
Jane ate little and drank less. She’d accepted a very weak ouzo before supper, but she refused all wine with the food. If they thought it was strange when once she’d enjoyed the wine produced on Souvakis land in the Pelopponese, it wasn’t commented upon. Instead, her glass was kept filled with the iced water she’d requested.
Demetri’s mother had just suggested that they might adjourn to the main salon for coffee when they all heard the throbbing beat of an aircraft overhead. Though it wasn’t an aeroplane, Jane realised at once. The sound they could hear was a helicopter flying low as it came in to land.
Immediately, her mouth went dry and her palms dampened unpleasantly. She set down the glass she was holding, half afraid it was going to slip out of her hand. With all of the family—except Demetri—here, there seemed only one explanation. And as if she shared her suspicions, Ariadne’s eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and anticipation.
