She shook her head.
“Baba, come on. She’ll take all day to get ready if you don’t leave her room.”
Christos dropped a quick kiss on her lips and stood, picking up his coffee mug on the way out of the room. As the door closed behind the two Theakis males, Ava pulled the covers over her head and tried not to let her heart believe that today was the start of a new life with Christos and Theo.
Chapter Seven
Christos eyed his father as the old man maneuvered his wheelchair down the stone ramp leading to the garages. Theo, dancing around him with all that energy, gave Christos something to focus on, but he couldn’t turn his mind away from the fact that his father was heading his way. Absently he noted the watergun in Theo’s hand.
The conversation last night with Ava still played in his mind. Hell, everything from last night was vivid, especially the way she’d moved against him. The way her soft skin had felt pressed to his.
“Baba?”
“Yes, Theo.”
“Is Grandfather coming with us?”
“I didn’t invite him,” Christos said under his breath, but then his father wasn’t really one to wait to be asked. “Why don’t you go ask him?” Christos suggested.
Theo ran toward Ari, and Christos went back to packing the things they’d need for a day on the boat. He’d slept little the night before. Once Ava had left his rooms he’d gone to the study and worked all night so that taking the day off wouldn’t be a problem.
He didn’t exactly hate his new life, but he wasn’t sure it was his yet. And Ava’s conversation last night had driven home to him the fact that it was past time for him to start figuring out what this new life was going to be.
“You have a call at the main house,” Ari said as he came into the garage.
“From whom?”
“Tristan. He said he needed to speak to you this morning. He’s on his mobile.”
Theo was standing at the back of Ari’s wheelchair. He held his water gun in one hand at the ready and scanned the lawn. Christos knew that the boy was pretending to be a bodyguard. He’d played this game with Theo a few days ago.
“Is it safe for you to leave your grandfather and come to the house with me?”
“No, sir. I’d better stay here.”
Christos ruffled the boy’s hair as he strode past him back toward the main house. Antonio was waiting in the foyer with Christos’s BlackBerry.
“Your father insisted on going after you.”
“No problem. Did you have a chance to talk to Tristan?”
“No. But he left you a voice mail and a fax is coming through in the study. Do you want me to call Captain Platakis and tell him that you will be delayed?”
“Not yet,” Christos said. He didn’t want to break his plans with Theo and Ava.
Christos went down the hall into his study and glanced at the fax coming through. More embezzlement business. He dialed Tristan’s number.
“Sabina here.”
“Tris, it’s me.”
“Sorry. I’m a bit distracted. We’re on a charter flight to Mykonos.”
“Why?”
“Need your signature on a few documents.”
“The ones that you faxed?”
