to me. Keeping clients such as Liberty happy and satisfied is essential.” There was an earnest look on her face and a ring of truth in her words. Still, Theo wasn’t convinced.
“Stamos gave you the money, didn’t he?” Theo suddenly leaned forward, crowding her, trying not to be distracted by the intoxicatingly sweet scent of her perfume.
She averted her gaze, her hair hiding her eyes from view. “I told you,” she said, “I will be the one writing the check.”
He wasn’t fooled. She still hadn’t answered his question. “But the money will come from him.”
“How many times do I have to tell you.” A hint of desperation crept into Trish’s tone. “I will be—”
“The money is coming from him.” Equally determined, Theo hammered his point.
“Do you really care who it comes from?” Trish gazed at him over the top of her glass of ouzo, a splash of red coloring her cheeks.
Disappointment coursed through Theo’s veins. It was as he’d thought. The redheaded American was in league with the devil. She didn’t care about the horses…or him. All she wanted was to get him to bend to his father’s will. Theo pushed back his chair. “Our business is concluded.”
“You didn’t give me your answer,” Trish protested.
“I’d sooner strike a deal with Satan himself than enter into an agreement with Elias Stamos,” Theo said, keeping his tone low, aware of the curious glances directed their way.
Confusion clouded Trish’s gaze. “But why? I’d say in this instance he’s being more than fair.”
“I don’t like to be manipulated,” Theo said. “And I don’t like lies.”
Her cheeks reddened as if she’d been slapped. She lifted her chin and her eyes blazed, but when she spoke her words were carefully measured and conciliatory. “I’m sorry you feel that way. That’s certainly not the intention of the offer.” She leaned forward, resting her forearms on the table. “I want to help you and the wild horses. At least consider the possibility.”
Theo could see the desperation in her eyes. She obviously had a lot at stake here. But he couldn’t help her, not this time.
His mind had been made up long ago, when he was a little boy. Back then he’d vowed never to have anything to do with the father who hadn’t wanted him.
And that was a promise he intended to keep.
CHAPTER THREE
TRISH STARED at the three wild ponies on the hillside and breathed in the fresh mountain air. The brilliance of the blue sky wrapped itself around her and the sun warmed her face. She’d scheduled the side trip to Kefalonia so she could better understand why Elias Stamos insisted this excursion be offered to his passengers.
It made sense now.
As far as Trish was concerned, the history and beauty of Kefalonia was something everyone should experience. The plight of the horses was something everyone should know, and no one told their story better than Theo Catomeris.
She turned from the wild ponies and slanted a sideways glance at the handsome Greek. She wasn’t sure which of them had been more surprised when she and her friend, Sally Edwards, had shown up at the dock for the three-thirty tour.
Right now his attention was focused on a salesman from Cincinnati. But during the boat ride from Corfu to Kefalonia, and even on the trip in the van to Mount Ainos, she’d caught him slanting quick glances at her. Trish could only hope her presence would prompt him to reconsider her offer.
Mentally crossing her fingers, she turned back to the horses, watching in amazement as one—a spunky roan—negotiated a steep patch of rocky hillside with surprising ease.
“Incredible,” Trish breathed.
“I know,” Sally said. “If he didn’t have that bald spot in the back, he’d be perfect.”
Bald spot? Although the ponies weren’t close, Trish had a good view of the roan and, from where she stood, his hair appeared intact.
“What bald spot?” Trish asked.
“Shh.” Sally grabbed her arm, and when she spoke, her voice was a whisper. “He’ll hear you.”
Trish rolled her eyes. Okay, so maybe she spelled words she didn’t want the dogs in her home to hear, but the pony was so far away she could have shouted without worrying about the animal being offended.
“The horse is not going to hear me,” Trish said. “And even if he did, I hardly think he’s going to care.”
“Horse?” Sally’s perfectly tweezed brows pulled together. “I’m talking about Jerry.”
Aha. Finally Trish understood. Jerry Arthur was the salesman Sally had been flirting with since they’d met on the boat ride from Corfu. Recently divorced, Jerry was in the Greek Isles on business. He was also the one currently monopolizing Theo.
Trish cast a surreptitious glance in their direction. “You’re right,” Trish said to Sally. “The guy does have a bald spot.”
“I’m not criticizing, mind you. I think it makes him look distinguished.” Sally’s lips curved up in a satisfied smile. “Did I tell you he promised to look me up the next time he’s in Omaha?”
“That’s great, Sal.” Trish tried to put some enthusiasm in her voice. While she wanted to believe the man would call, she had the feeling this was the last her friend would see of the guy. It had been her experience that men often promised things then didn’t deliver.
Sally and Trish had been best friends growing up in Nebraska. They’d kept in touch even after Trish had left for college in Florida. Though still single, Sally had never given up on her dream of having a husband and children.
Two years ago, at age thirty-five, Sally had decided to make her dream a reality. She’d lost eighty pounds, bought some new, stylish clothes and lightened her mousy-brown hair to blond. While she would never be model-thin, her weight loss had given her a newfound confidence with men and she’d jumped into the dating scene with an enthusiasm Trish envied.
“I’m glad you made me go on this excursion,” Sally said, her blue eyes sparkling. “I wouldn’t have missed this for the world.”
“I can’t imagine missing this, either.” Though Trish didn’t endorse his tactics, she now understood why Elias Stamos wanted this excursion available to his passengers.
Trish had barely finished speaking when Theo’s voice rang out over the crowd.
“If you all move closer, I’ll tell you about efforts currently underway to save these fine animals.” His deep voice sent a shiver up Trish’s spine. Though he’d made it clear when they’d left the taverna that their business was concluded, Trish couldn’t help but hope the door was still open.
She began to move forward, and when she turned to say something to Sally, Trish found herself alone. Sally now stood next to Jerry, her arm looped casually through his.
Trish sighed and let the group of people push her forward until she stood directly in front of Theo. His lips were moving ever so slightly, and it took Trish a second to realize he was counting, making sure all twenty-five people in the tour group were present.
She waited with anticipation for his gaze to settle on her. But when he got to her, he skipped over her.
The action told her more than words that the door was still shut.
Theo took a step back and gestured with an out-swept arm toward the side of the mountain and valley below.
“This mountain where we now stand is Mount Ainos. Below you can see the village of Arginia. And if you look over there, you can see three of the wild horses of the island.” Though his voice never faltered, Trish