The Greek's Long-Lost Son by Rebecca Winters

for golf or do you want to play on the water slide first?”
    “I didn’t know it had one of those.” Dax sounded euphoric.
    “It’s guaranteed to curl your hair.”
    Everyone laughed. Even Stella. She could trust Theo, couldn’t she? Ari did, wholeheartedly. For the rest of the day she was determined to put all doubts behind her and just enjoy the moment.
    As soon as she made that decision, her body started to relax, enabling her to entertain feelings she’d been forced to suppress since she’d first seen him at the paddleboat concession.
    He had the kind of hard-muscled body that looked good in anything. Today he’d worn a magenta sport shirt and cream-colored trousers that rode low on his hips. Theo was unaware of his masculine charisma. She, on the other hand, had trouble keeping her eyes off him.
    Years ago every girl at church had woven a fantasy about him. Stella hadn’t been able to believe it when he’d sit behind her in Sunday school and whisper things to her while the priest gave a lesson. When they went into mass, he’d sit in the same row and lean forward so he could smile at her.
    Whatever activity, he came and made certain they were together in some capacity. Her friends thought he was sexy and told her how lucky she was. Stella knew it, but with her family looking on, she had to be careful they didn’t find out what was happening.
    When the church had put on a festival to raise money, he had chosen her as his partner to perform a folk dance. There were practices and they had to wear costumes. The thrill of those moments while they got ready for thebig night still set her pulse racing. He’d dance too close and kiss her hair. Theo drove her crazy with all his attention. She loved him with a passion that broke down her inhibitions.
    Their son, Ari, sitting next to her was proof that she’d loved Theo body and soul. She hadn’t been able to hold back her desire. That period had been filled with the greatest ecstasy imaginable. Then it had ended so abruptly in one night, something in her had died.
    She realized she’d been dead for years. Now suddenly he was back. Despite the things she didn’t know, something inside her had leaped to life again, portending something bigger and brighter than before. Yesterday in the cabin on the ferry, she’d forgotten everything in the sheer joy of being in his arms again.
    “Stella?” The voice infiltrating her body jerked her from her intimate thoughts.
    “What is it?”
    “We’ve landed.” So they had. “The boys have run ahead to set up our golf game.” She noticed that the pilot and Boris had already exited, too. “Do you need help?”
    He looked as if he was going to come back and start removing the straps one kiss at a time. Her cheeks grew warm at the direction of her thoughts. If someone saw them…“No, thank you. I can manage.”
    After unstrapping herself, she moved to the entrance where he swung her to the ground. He did it slowly, causing her body to slide down his, creating delicious heat between them. Yesterday they’d had the life jackets between them, but no longer. She quickly hurried ahead of him, but her legs felt like mush.
    As they got closer, she saw the boys come out the doors of the clubhouse with two bags of clubs, but theyweren’t alone. A shudder rocked her body. To her shock it was Nikos with his longtime Swiss ski buddy Fritz walking behind them. Her secret was out now to the one person she hadn’t wanted to know anything!
    Who would have thought she’d bump into her brother here? Except that it wasn’t a complete surprise. Nikos loved golf when he wasn’t skiing. He said the mental game kept him sharp. Was Renate with him, or had he left her on Andros for the day?
    She watched him take Ari aside and engage him in conversation. Even as far apart as they still were, she could tell her son was being vetted. Dax stood by Fritz. She’d have given anything if things hadn’t happened this way, but there was no help for