Princess Athena.
Ethan had been munching on a satisfyingly saltypiece of fish which suddenly turned to paste in his mouth. He wished she hadnât said that.
âI defy you to find me one woman,â she continued, âbarring the criminally insane, who would turn down a cruise on a baby like that.â
An excited cry from the clutch of children distracted her. âOh look, theyâve caught something.â
Ethan flung the piece of food into the air. Seagulls rose up and then down to scramble for their prize.
But when she turned back to him, her face was so open and animated, no trace of the shadows of the morning. He told himself it was a throwaway remark.
Anyway, at this point, they were sharing a friendly day out. Nothing more complicated than that.
âTell me about your job,â Lucy demanded, choosing a fat chip, bending her head back to lower it into her mouth.
Ethan explained his role in Magnusâs corporation. Scouting tourist resort locations, negotiating the deal, organizing architects and surveyors and necessary permits. âEverything from bribery to schmoozing with local councils, religious leaders and politicians.â
Once the consents were secured, he would hire and supervise building crews, interior designers and trades-people for the finishing. The management and staff came last. âI generally stay around for the first month or so of operation,â he explained. âOne project can take up to two years.â
He told her about Turtle Island, his father and Magnusâs history with the island, and how once it was completedâprovided he got the dealâit would be his last.
âWhat then?â
âI donât know. Some piece of farm land somewhere.â
âYou want to farm?â she asked curiously. âIâd havethought you would shy away from that, after your childhood.â
âPart of me wants to prove I can do it, I suppose,â he said thoughtfully. âProve I can make a better job of it this time round.â
âProve you are a better farmer than your father, you mean.â
Ethan chuckled. âThat wouldnât be hard.â He lifted his bottled water and took a swig. âEnough about me. Did you always want to look after trophy wives?â
Lucy laughed and wiped her fingers on a tissue. âBeing dyslexic kind of stifles any great ambition. Iâve never really thought in terms of a long-lasting career. But there are a few things Iâd like to do to improve Summerhill.â
âSuch as?â he asked, interested.
Lucy shrugged. âTheyâll never come to anything. Tom doesnât think I have a lot to offer.â
Remembering the brochures, he wiped his hands and drew them from his jacket pocket. âI went to the Seabrook MacKenzie Dyslexia center this morning.â
She took the brochures, a little line between her brows as she perused them quickly.
âHave you ever had an assessment, Lucy?â
She shook her head. âThey once arranged an appointment for me at school.â She shrugged carelessly. âMustâve been busy that day.â
âPeople with learning disabilities have different strengths and weaknesses. They learn to enhance their strengths to compensate.â He tapped the brochures she still held. âWithout an assessment, you wonât know what your strengths are. It wouldnât take long, Lucy. Half a day.â
Another rise of her shoulders. âTom does the office stuff. I spent ages memorizing all the brochures andtourist stuff so I donât really need to be able to read. I mean, I can read, just not quickly and itâs hard with other people about.â
âI think youâre selling yourself short.â
âJust be glad youâre not my boss,â she quipped. âHow come you know so much about it?â
âDyslexia is something Magnus cares a lot aboutâheâs dyslexic himself. Heâs made sure his
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