‘A blind woman could see that Josh is a good-looking man.’

‘A good-looking younger man,’ I said, bringing us full circle.

‘Look, you don’t need to decide anything right now. Enjoy the flirtation. If something happens, let it.’

‘But—’

‘No buts. You can’t control everything, Sarah, especially feelings.’

I considered what she’d said. I did like to control things. Maybe that’s why the whole thing with Josh was messing with my head – and other parts of me. I didn’t want any kind of romantic entanglement with him – or with anyone – and I did not want anything happening in such close proximity to six other people.

*

The sail to Naxos was incredible. Unlike our trip to Ios, we could sail the whole distance without power, and for most of it the boat was at a forty-five-degree angle. I had to wedge myself into the galley to make a ploughman’s lunch of tzatziki, bread, tomatoes, olives and feta. Josh helped to ferry the dishes to everyone who was up on deck, which was everyone except Patricia. She was still sleeping. Shocker, I know.

After sending Josh up with six plates – one at a time – I negotiated the ladder myself and popped out into a mist of briny sea spray. It was one of those moments you read about in travel magazines, with the sun bright in the sky, and the sounds of the mainsail snapping against the wind and the hull smacking into the waves.

With a little difficulty, I settled onto a bench next to Marie and held on to the railing with one hand while I ate with my plate balanced on my lap. She smiled at me as she finished a bite. ‘This lunch is delicious. Thank you so much!’

‘Of course! It’s my pleasure.’

‘Gary and I’ll do the grocery shopping next time, and we’ll do the lunch prep. That way we all get a chance to help out.’

‘Sounds perfect, Marie.’ I shoved a huge blob of tzatziki into my mouth with a piece of bread. It was delicious, and I moaned with pleasure at the taste.

‘I told you it was good!’

I had literally bitten off more than I could chew, so it was a while before I could reply. ‘I could happily drown in a vat of this stuff.’ She laughed, and I took another bite of bread piled up with tzatziki. I was blissfully in love with life.

‘You know,’ she said, leaning closer, ‘I’m worried I may have been a little too nosy this morning.’