The Greek's Pregnant Lover

They flew over the fishing village, traditional white houses with red roofs showing where the year-round residents lived. The boats that bobbed in the water, moored to the long dock, looked picturesque in their simplicity. No fancy trawlers here.

A tan circle painted with white directional lines about two hundred yards from a large villa set atop a cliff overlooking the sea had to be their landing destination. Piper shouldn’t have been surprised that a family who at one time had the wherewithal to own an island had installed a helipad on it. Only, she was. She would have expected a landing strip for small planes and said as much to Zephyr on the walk to the villa.

A young man who introduced himself as the housekeeper’s grandson insisted on carrying their luggage in a yard cart.

“The patriarch preferred travel by sea, but his children insisted on faster transportation to the mainland,” Zephyr replied in response to her comment. “As to why it was a helicopter over a jet, I could not say. I think he balked at the excavation necessary for a flat runway long enough to service a jet.”

“We’ll be doing that excavation, won’t we? I mean guests are going to want to be able to fly in.”

The young man leading the way with his cart looked back at her, his expression troubled.

Zephyr did not seem to notice, but he shook his head in negation. “The focus of the spa resort is going to be total relaxation. It will start with a luxury yacht ride from the mainland.”

“I bet you’ll stick with helicopters.” But she would have enjoyed a decadent ride on a yacht.

Zephyr shrugged. “I am not a prospective guest.”

“Maybe you should be.”

as well. We can attend the grand opening week together,” he said as he reached out to

elderly Greek woman welcomed them inside before shooting rapid-fire instructions at her grandson, who took his cart

in perfect English, if accented charmingly.

work both building the resort and working there after it

to locals?” the old woman

do not want the year-round residents to feel disconnected to the resort. Their participation in the

smile, the housekeeper led them into an oversized sitting room with a truly impressive view. The wall facing

you like

rhapsodized about the fresh lemonade made from local

the housekeeper nodded. “I will

Mr. Tilieu been told of our

anyone could miss the sound of a landing

stifled a grin, while Zephyr obviously bit back

prefer to travel by boat?” Piper

at all, but how others can stand to ride in those

needs must,” Zephyr