The Greek's Bridal Purchase
Kalmos. A tiny island, set like a gem in the Aegean. Perfect.
Miranda leaned over the rail as the ferry reversed its engines and drifted slowly into port. It had taken an age, but, however slow and primitive the inter-island ferry might be, it was better than trusting her life to the small turbo-prop aircraft that made the same journey. Her knees were still knocking after the flight to Athens.
She was in a crowd of maybe twenty people waiting to disembark, the only pale and silent stranger in a cheery mob of smiling faces. The sun gave you licence to raise your voice, to laugh out loud, to catch someone's eye and greet them like a friend…
"Oh, no, thank you, I can manage!" She dragged her rollalong suitcase a little closer as an elderly man tried to help her with it. He took it anyway.
She waited for the familiar anger to surge up inside her, and then realised she wasn't angry. Well, that was a start. Anger was such a destructive emotion. If she couldn't lose the anger she would never heal inside, and those wounds were far more serious than the damage to her arm.
Thinking she was behind him, the man had al ... read full excerpt from The Greek's Bridal Purchase ebook
