Bother.

Andreas made no comment. Instead, he shifted his shoulder slightly and reached across to look out of the window.

‘Look at that,’ he said softly. ‘Isn’t it fantastic?’

Still foggy-headed from sleep, Libby turned her head to look out of the tiny window and gave a gasp of delight.

Beneath them stretched perfect blue sea, twinkling in the sunlight as though someone had casually tossed a handful of diamonds into the waves. Tiny boats were just visible and she could see several pretty islands with sandy coves

‘It’s beautiful.’

‘It’s Greece.’ Andreas smiled with satisfaction as he settled back in his seat. ‘Still angry that I kidnapped you?’

Libby couldn’t take her eyes off the sea. She wanted to dive straight in and feel the cool water on her exhausted body. ‘I can think of worse places to be held hostage.’

‘The only thing holding you hostage is your inability to trust anyone,’ Andreas replied calmly. ‘I’m glad you slept. Our journey isn’t finished yet.’

Despite her qualms about spending the week with him, she felt suddenly excited.

Why shouldn’t she enjoy a holiday?

She could keep Andreas at a distance here as easily as she could on the ward.

‘Where exactly are we going?’

‘Crete. My home.’

* * *

A car was waiting for them when they landed and Libby stared in awe at the scenery that flashed passed.

‘It’s beautiful. How can you bear to leave it?’

He smiled. ‘The lure of British and American healthcare.’

‘Well, I think you’re mad. If this was my home I’d never leave it.’ Libby gave an enormous yawn and settled back in her seat. ‘Are we staying in your house?’

Andreas grabbed the bags and shook his head. ‘Yes. Although none of the rest of the family will be there. My mother is visiting my cousin who’s just had a baby and my uncles spend most of their time in Athens now.’

Libby shot him a wary glance. Would it be just the two of them?

Her heart lurched slightly but before she had a chance to question him further the driver had turned off the road and was driving down what was little more than a dusty track that led towards the beach.

Libby craned her neck curiously, wondering where they were going. Surely there couldn’t be a house here? Nothing was visible from the road.

And then the car turned a corner and she gasped.

A beautiful whitewashed villa nestled at one end of a beautiful bay, the sand stretching away from it to form a perfect crescent.

It was the most idyllic spot she’d ever seen and she turned to Andreas in amazement.

‘This is your home?’

‘I was brought up here,’ he told her, nodding to the driver as he retrieved the bags from the boot of the car. ‘But we spent a great deal of time in Athens, too. My father had business interests there. He hated leaving his family behind so we had a home there as well.’