PROLOGUE

      HE WATCHED her from the shadows.

      Lukas Petrakides stood behind the camouflaging fronds of a palm tree, his eyes tracking the young woman as she slipped from her hotel room onto the silky sand of the beach.

      Dark, wild curls blew around her face and her slender arms crept around herself in a hug that was pitiably vulnerable.

      He hadn’t meant to stumble upon her—or anyone—here. He’d been consumed with a restless energy, his mind full of plans for the new resort that had just opened here in the Languedoc, minutes from a sleepy village, stretching out to a pristine beach.

      He’d needed to escape the confines of his own suite, his own mind, even if just for a moment.

      The wind and the waves shimmering beneath a diamond sky had soothed him, and he’d slipped off his shoes, rolled up the cuffs of his trousers, and strode down the smooth, white sand.

      And had found her.

      He didn’t know what had drawn him to her, why that slender form seemed to hold so much grace, beauty, desire.

      Sorrow.

      Her head was bowed, her shoulders slightly slumped. The look of someone in grief or pain.

      Still he felt a blaze of feeling deep within. A need. A connection.

      He took one step towards her, an impulse, an instinct, before checking himself. He knew his presence here would cause questions, complications he couldn’t afford.

      He had to keep his reputation above the faintest reproach. He always had. So he stood in the shadows, watched her walk towards the waves, and wondered.

      She stood on the shore, the waves lapping her bare feet, and gazed out at the calm waters of the Mediterranean. She threw one worried glance over her shoulder towards the sliding glass door of her hotel room, as if someone were there, waiting, watching, as he was.

      Who waited for her in there? A boyfriend? Husband?

      A lover?

      Whoever it was, it was none of his business.

      If he were a different man—with a different life, different responsibilities—he might not check that impulse. He might walk up to her, say hello, make conversation.

      Nothing sleazy or sordid; he didn’t want that. Just honest conversation, a shared moment. Something real and warm and alive.

      The desire for it shook him, vibrated deep in his being. He shook his head. It was never going to happen.

      A bitter smile twisted his lips as