‘Probably. I mean it’s the capital of the Cyclades, so I don’t see why not. Santorini has an airport.’

‘Good point. So, you have your passport with you?’

‘Yep. You?’

‘Yep,’ I replied, patting my leather bag. ‘So, let’s say we fly out of here. Where to, exactly?’

‘You could come back to the states with me.’ Well, that escalated quickly. My stomach did a little flip as I contemplated what it would mean.

No. Stomach flips or not, I wasn’t ready for his hometown. His home. His people. ‘Maybe not.’

‘What’s wrong with Chicago?’ Nothing. Chicago was probably a lovely city, but we certainly weren’t at the ‘meet the family’ stage – too many connotations of something more serious. But, I couldn’t say that – we’d only just salvaged out friendship.

I deflected instead. ‘If we’re running away, we don’t want to run home. We want to go somewhere cool – somewhere neither of us has been before.’

‘Good point. What about Hawaii? Have you been there?’

‘No,’ I answered. ‘Never been to Hawaii. You?’

‘Nope.’

‘It’s kind of far. You want to choose somewhere a little closer? Like Spain?’ I’d been to Spain, but I knew Josh hadn’t. It would be fun to go somewhere like that – just us. Without five other people traipsing around with us. As much as I had come to love those five people, they had recently abandoned us.

He grinned at me. ‘That would be incredible. I would totally go to Spain with you.’

And then suddenly all the wordplay and the crazy situation of being people without a boat fell away, and it was only him and me. He stepped towards me, and in one motion he put his hands on the small of my back, pulling me closer, and kissed me.

And it wasn’t one of those tentative I-don’t-know-what-the-hell-I’m-doing-do-you-or-don’t-you-like-me?-I-think-I-like-you kisses. It was a kiss from a man who knew exactly what he was doing and what he wanted. I fell into it like I was falling into a giant pot of warm honey. Delicious.

When we finally pulled apart, I was – for the second time in only minutes – completely speechless. I hadn’t seen it coming, but it felt so right to be in Josh’s arms. And kissing him – wow!

He cocked his head to the side as if to say, ‘What do you think of that?’ I looked him in the eye and said, ‘Very nice, Joshua.’

He smiled. Sexy.

Recovering slightly from our broad daylight romantic interlude, I forced my head back to the situation at hand. ‘I am going to say that they do intend to come back for us at some point, so we probably shouldn’t run away together in case they worry.’

‘You mean like they’ve worried us – that we’ll never see them again? That kind of worry?’