“Is that what we’re landing on?” Joanna asked the person seated beside her on the smaller plane.
The man laughed. “Yes, they call it the Saint Martin’s of Greece. If we live through this, you should watch it from below. It’s quite the show.”
Joanna closed her eyes and went through the rosary in her head.
Now, her heart was still beating as if she had narrowly avoided death.
“Miss Nelson? Are you Miss Joanna Nelson?” said the man holding the sign with her name on it.
Tanned with a swimmer’s physique, he looked to be in his early-to-mid thirties. Mussed black curly hair, chiseled cheekbones and deep brown eyes you could get lost in.
Whoever the guy standing in front of her was, he was a dreamboat.
“Miss Joanna! I’m so glad you’re finally here!”
“Nick?” she asked, reaching out her hand.
“Of course!” The lawyer pushed her hand away and kissed both sides of her cheeks.
She blushed.
“Have you been waiting long?” she asked. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get here sooner. The only way here involved two layovers and one connection.”
“Nai, yes, there are no direct flights from New York.”
“What time is it here?”
Nick looked at his wristwatch. “It’s almost four. The wedding is all set for tomorrow. How long are you staying?”
“A couple of days. Flight back isn’t until Tuesday.”
Nick chuckled and shook his head.
“You won’t be leaving Tuesday. Not when you truly see where you are.”
She chuckled. “Yes, I’m told this place is heaven on earth.”
Nick took her luggage from her and grinned. “I should be humble and say it’s the only life I know, but I went to the university in London. I couldn’t get back here fast enough.”
He took the lead and maneuvered them through the hordes of people. He wore a simple v-neck t-shirt tucked into fitted khaki pants, yet he seemed immaculately put together.
Joanna wished she had worn something other than jeans and an NYU hoodie. It had seemed like a good idea at the time before the long plane ride. Now she felt like the stereotypical American visiting Europe.
“Are you hungry, Miss Joanna?” Nick asked, turning around.
“I am, but I would love a hot shower and a change of clothes first,” she said. “If it’s not too much trouble. I know I look horrible.”
Nick looked her up and down with his dark brown, almond shaped eyes. “This is your home. And you look beautiful. Relax.”
“No really, sitting and sleeping in the same clothes for so long, I just want to strip everything off of me and burn them.”
Nick laughed. “OK, OK” he said. “Let’s go to your father’s place first and you can freshen up.”
“My father’s? No, I got a room at...” Joanna stopped. She couldn’t remember the name of the hotel. The details were on her phone.
“You were going to go to the Elsa. I cancelled it. The owner is a good friend of mine. No, you’ll be staying at your father’s.”
“But if there’s a wedding there… won’t I be in the way?”
