both.â
âHey,â said Dimos, âyour girlfriendâs heading straight for us and sheâs waving a chefâs knife.â
The cops all spun around in their chairs.
Right behind Sappho marched her mother bearing a melon, a plate of pastries, and silverware. She put everything down in front of Petro, pinched his cheeks, and smacked her hands together. All with a big smile and not saying a word.
Sappho walked to where sheâd been sitting and leaned over the table to cut the melon.
Petro studied her face, not more than a lean-in away from his own. Long dark hair framed a slightly coffee-colored face set with sparkling dark eyes, a broad nose, and a prominent, dimpled square chin. A traditional Greek-looking woman.
âI hope youâre dying to kiss me,â she said without looking at him.
âAbsolutely, but why do you ask?â
âSo I can entice you into telling me why youâre really on Santorini.â
âWe told you why,â said Francesco.
She caught his eye. âIâve spent my life surrounded by military types and hotel types. Theyâre very different breeds. And youâre definitely not hotel types.â
âYou think weâre military?â said Dimos.
She shook her head from side to side and went back to cutting the melon. âThe Air Force base is just down the hill from here at the airport, we have a lot of regulars from there. In fact some of the guys talking to my father are from the base. Thereâs some big gathering this weekend and they want to take over the restaurant to hold a dinner.â She shifted her eyes to Petroâs. âIf youâre here because of that, maybe Iâll get to see you again.â
Petro smiled. âI certainly hope so, but it wonât be because weâre military. Iâm just a working stiff trying to get by in a worse-than-lousy economy.â
She smiled. âI thought youâre supposed to be the rich kid.â
âMy friends slightly exaggerated. Iâm the one with the contacts. That makes me the moneyman in their parlance. But itâs OPM.â
âOPM?â
âOther peopleâs money.â
She nodded. âFair enough. So what are you doing the rest of the night? Itâs still early.â
Petro laughed, reached around Sapphoâs waist, pulled her toward him, and gave her a big kiss on the cheek. âI promise you Iâll be back. My schedule, though, is not my own this weekend. But if there is any way, Iâll let you know.â
âYou liar. You havenât even asked for my number.â
Petro smiled again. âDonât need it.â He held up a matchbook imprinted with the name and number of the restaurant.
âQuick recovery.â She pulled out a pen and scribbled on a paper napkin. âHereâs my mobile number and e-mail address.â
Sappho stood straight up and nodded to Dimos and Francesco. âNight guys, a pleasure meeting you.â She crouched down, gave Petro a quick kiss on the lips, and scurried off into the kitchen.
Petros took out his phone and fiddled with it.
âMy God,â said Francesco, âcanât you at least wait until after weâre out of here before putting your new girlfriendâs number in your phone? Look at those guys at the other table. Theyâre laughing at you.â
âYep, they sure are,â said Petro still fidgeting with his phone. âIt saves me from having to ask them to smile for the camera.â
âCamera?â said Francesco.
Dimos laughed. âGood move, kid.â
Petro smiled at Dimos. âI thought you might like that.â He put down his phone and placed his hand on Francescoâs shoulder. âAnd I hope you realize, my friend, that with those photos I just took of all the military types gathered around that table, this meal is now officially a business expense.â
Francescoâs face lit up. He swung around in his chair
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