Faye looked at the buggy and this man with the tall, broad athletic physique looking so squished inside it. What was she thinking of doing?
‘I am Kostas, by the way. Kostas Petsas.’
Hmm, something about that name was familiar. But, then again, there weren’t a multitude of Greek names. She knew at least two dozen Spyroses in the immediate locale and almost as many Nikoses.
‘And you?’ Kostas asked.
‘And I don’t believe I am getting in this cart,’ Faye said, climbing aboard next to him.
‘I meant, what is your name?’
‘Mrs Lawson.’
‘Mrs?’
‘Yes.’
‘That is an unusual first name.’
She looked at him. ‘Amusing.’
‘OK, Mrs Lawson, which way must we drive? To the right or the left?’
‘Straight on. Over there. But honestly, it would be faster to walk.’
‘But less fun,’ he answered, grinning.
With that said, he put his foot on the pedal that made the cart drive and they began to move, albeit at a very sedate pace.
‘This is not fifteen miles an hour,’ he remarked. ‘It moves like a tortoise.’
‘It is primarily for guests with mobility problems, as I already said, so speed is not its purpose.’
‘So, take the time to tell me about the hotel as we crawl along.’
‘Well, there is a highly detailed folder of everything you need to know about it in the suite. Timings for breakfast and dinner, rules for the pool?—’
‘Rules for the pool? What kind of rules?’
‘There’s a speed limit for the breaststroke.’
He laughed loud and unreservedly, and Faye suddenly felt like she was top billing onLive at the Apollo. No one laughed at her humour that much – even Saffron gave more of an eye roll than enthusiasm.
‘That was good,’ Kostas said. ‘What else? There seems to be a lot of rules.’
‘Are you on holiday, Mr Petsas? Or is this a business trip? You haven’t said.’
‘Have I not?’
‘No,’ Faye said.
‘And you have not told me your first name. So perhaps we are even, Mrs Lawson.’
‘And if you pull up on the left here,’ Faye said, preparing to get out of the vehicle.
‘We are here already?’ Kostas asked, putting on the brakes. ‘It is like the short coach ride from the airplane to the terminal at Corfu Airport.’
She got out and it was then her phone began to ring. She took it out of her pocket. The medical centre. Surely not another guest with a problem. ‘I have to take this.’
