Back One Summer in Santorini
Chapters (23)
  1. Cover
  2. One Summer in Santorini
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Acknowledgements
  21. About the Author
  22. Also by Sandy Barker
  23. About the Publisher

‘I’ll come with you,’ replied Josh. My stomach flip-flopped, and I looked at the others. The guys didn’t seem to care what was going on with Josh and me, but Marie and Gerry exchanged a look, and Hannah’s expression soured. I didn’t know what else to say, so I turned on my heels and started walking away. ‘Have a great night,’ I called over my shoulder. It didn’t take long for Josh to catch up.

‘Hey, wait up.’ He fell into step beside me.

‘Good pizza, huh?’ I was really going to have to work on my conversation skills.

‘Yeah. Seriously good pizza.’ So was he.

We both fell silent, and I became overly aware of the lack of conversation. Since we’d met, we’d done nothing but talk – books, movies, travel, family, life, the universe, everything – and suddenly I was struggling to find anything to say. Apparently, my hormones had rendered my brain useless.

Then I realised it was the first time we’d been alone since he’d done the flirty thing with my tattoo. My senses went on high alert. Was he going to make a move? And if he did, would I let him? When we arrived at the boat, Josh offered to make us a drink. Was that a good idea, or the worst idea ever?

‘Sounds good,’ I said, even though I was leaning towards it being the worst idea ever. ‘I’ll wait up here,’ I heard myself say, trying to do what I’d promised myself – rein it in. Because all I could think of was being naked with him on his bunk, and I knew that was far less likely to happen if we didn’t go anywhere near his cabin.

I carefully climbed onto the top deck of the boat, directly over the dining nook and the galley, and got settled on the inflatable dinghy. I’d found the spot a couple of days before when I was looking for a comfy place to read. A few minutes later a cup appeared over my shoulder, and I gratefully took it. I had a sip while he sat beside me. ‘You make a hell of a G&T, you know.’

‘I do know. I even have it on my résumé.’

‘You do not.’ I smiled at him over the rim of my cup, grateful he’d broken the awkwardness between us. I took another sip. I missed drinking out of a proper glass, but otherwise, it was a good drink.

‘No, you’re right. But I did tend bar in college so I could put it on there if I wanted to.’

‘Ever thought about coming out of retirement?’