He lifted one finger to the waitress, then sat opposite her. ‘Did you have a good day?’

‘Wonderful, I’m about to find somewhere to eat, any recommendations?’

‘Meat, fish, or vegetarian?’

‘I’m easy.’

He smiled widely again and raised his eyebrows a little. ‘Well, that’s good to know, but what about the food?’

She tutted, rolled her eyes and turned her head away to hide a smile.

‘There’s an excellent fish taverna in the next bay, I can take you,’ he said.

What did he mean . . . he would take her for dinner, or he would give her a lift? Unsure of herself, she glanced into his eyes, then turned away quickly when she felt a blush rising. What the hell? She never blushed!

‘Thanks, but I’d like an early night after all the travelling. I’ve a lot planned for tomorrow. Is there anywhere special closer to home?’

‘Here is as good as anywhere.’

‘I don’t see anyone eating.’

‘Too early, we’re not a tourist island. The locals don’t eat until after nine thirty.’

‘I see. I’d like to ask you some questions about diving around Kea, if I may?’

With an amused look, he nodded, down and sideways, the Greek way. ‘Anything you want.’

‘Will you join me for dinner, or is there somebody cooking for you at home?’ she asked.

‘No, there’s no one at home. I like your photographs.’ He nodded at the postcards.

Was that a deliberate change of subject? ‘Ah, I’m trying to understand my great-grandmother’s time here.’

‘You take pictures too?’ he asked, keeping his eyes on the postcards. ‘I noticed you had a professional camera when we met.’

‘It’s only a hobby. I do several things, mostly I’m a vet. Do you take pictures?’

‘Just underwater, for the website. Though I haven’t taken any for a while.’

‘Sounds like fun.’

‘I wonder if you’d like to look at the Britannic museum tomorrow? Well, it’s not exactly a museum yet, just a few bits and pieces and a film.’

‘Tomorrow?’ She smiled. ‘That would be a nice birthday treat.’ Perhaps she was moving things along a little too quickly, but she only had a week.

‘It’s your birthday?’ he asked, of course he did, she knew he would. He peered into her eyes. There was a promise, a question, a secret, and laughter. ‘Then I must present you with something memorable, if you’ll allow me?’