“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” She folded her arms and glowered at him.
Now Theo was the one rolling his eyes. “Please.”
Dani opened her mouth to protest, when Maurice yelled out to them, “Hurry up!”
“Come on,” Theo said, turning to head toward Maurice and Louis.
“We’re not done, here,” Dani said, jogging to catch up to him and his unfairly long legs.
“Yes, we are. And if we don’t come up with something more tangible than a label on a bottle of olive oil, we’llreallybe done, so please no more going rogue.”
For supposedly being engaged, their body language certainly wasn’t acting like it. Theo followed Maurice and Louis in a huff, keeping himself far from Dani. And her crossed arms weren’t exactly screamingI can’t wait to marry you. Luckily, neither man seemed to notice.
“Where are we going?” Dani asked once they got in a black SUV and started driving away from the harbor.
“To the farm,” Maurice said.
The farm? Dani furrowed her brow and looked at Theo for answers.
“It’s where we’ve been living,” he told her.
“And then what?” she asked.
“Then Louis will go pick up your belongings at the hotel while we wait until closing time, and then we’ll go back to Knossos,” Maurice said.
“And do what?”
“Search for the eye,” Louis said, though he might as well have saidDuh.
“But it’s not there,” she said with matching duh-energy.
Maurice glared at her from the rearview mirror, and Louis spun around to look at her.
“What do you mean, it’s not there?” Louis said.
“Tell them,” she said to Theo. But he stayed silent. Verbally, that is. His wide eyes and subtle shake of the head told her plenty. So she answered for him. “The place you were searching at Knossos was a diversion. There’s nothing there.”
Theo closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose above his glasses as he let out a long breath.
Maurice slammed on the brakes and pulled the car over. “Were you sending us on wild-goose chases?” he demanded of Theo.
Theo opened his eyes and glanced at Dani. “What did I say about going rogue?”
In her defense, he should have known better than to try to impose rules on her. Dani may have been a librarian, but stuffy rules were never her forte.
“We havefivedays, Theo. Sorry that I don’t want to waste one of them poking around a bunch of rubble.”
“Do you have anybetterideas? Because maybe this will come as a shock to you, Juicy, but thegrocery storeisn’t going to help us find an artifact that’s been missing for thousands of years, and neither is this necklace.”
“Grocery store? What are you talking about?” Maurice said.
“It’s nothing,” Theo spat back, looking away from Dani. “Just some silly idea she had.”
“Silly?!” she guffawed. Thenervehe had right now. Dani didn’t care what Theo thought. At least she could make a correlation between her wild idea and the Minotaur, as outlandish as it may have seemed. It was better than his schemes.
“Yes, silly,” he said, pointedly looking at her. “I mean, what, do you think an olive tree sprouted from the rotting corpse of the Minotaur? Or, I don’t know, maybe the labyrinth is buried under an olive grove or something?”
The minute the words came out of his mouth, their bickering stopped. Like a light bulb went off in his head. Inbothof their heads. What if?
