For Karen.

      Thanks for being such a wonderful, supportive friend and big sis. May your future bring you many amazing adventures both near and far. In case your travels don’t take you to Greece, here’s an armchair vacation for you.

      Contents

       Cover

       Introduction

       Title Page

       About the Author

       Dedication

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       CHAPTER THIRTEEN

       CHAPTER FOURTEEN

       CHAPTER FIFTEEN

       CHAPTER SIXTEEN

       CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

       CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

       CHAPTER NINETEEN

       CHAPTER TWENTY

       CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

       CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

       EPILOGUE

       Extract

       Copyright

CHAPTER ONE

      “MARRY ME.”

      Kyra Pappas’s breath caught in her throat. She hovered in the doorway of the Governor’s suite of the Blue Tide Resort, the housekeeping pass card still clutched in one hand and a pink feather duster in the other. Had she heard correctly? Did someone just utter a marriage proposal?

      Talk about bad timing on her part. Still, being a romantic at heart, she couldn’t resist trying to catch a quick glimpse of the happy couple before making a hasty exit. Her gaze scanned the room until she stumbled across the most gorgeous man wearing a gray tailored suit, sans the tie.

      Wait. She recognized him. Yesterday, he’d returned to this suite just as she’d finished freshening everything. They’d chatted briefly about her being American. He’d inquired whether she enjoyed working at the resort. As their conversation had progressed, he’d mentioned some local sites she should visit while in Greece. He’d certainly seemed nice enough.

      But right now, he was staring directly at her. Why would he be looking at her when he was in the middle of a marriage proposal? Kyra glanced around. They were alone. And the television was turned off. How could that be?

      And then a thought struck her. Surely he wasn’t posing the question to her. The breath caught in her throat. No. Impossible.

      Her puzzled gaze studied the man with the tanned face. She could stare at him for hours. His dark wavy hair made her long to run her fingers through it, while his startling azure-blue eyes seemed to see all. He kept staring at her as though he expected her to respond. Perhaps she hadn’t heard him correctly.

      “I’m sorry. What did you say?”

      His dark brows drew together as his forehead wrinkled. “I...asked if you’d marry me.”

      He really had proposed. This stranger wanted to marry her? To say she was caught off guard was akin to saying the Hope diamond was just another trinket.

      For just the briefest moment, she imagined what it’d be like if he was serious. Until now, no one had spoken those words to her. On those occasional Saturday nights when she was home alone, she wondered if she’d ever fall in love. But she