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enough.”
    Maybe it should have been. But it wasn’t. Every now and then, especially when she was PMSing and feeling bloated and unattractive, a compliment would have been nice.
    And then there was his mother. Evil Evelyn, as Becky had dubbed her. The older woman was quick with thinly veiled digs about Darcie’s appearance, including her good “birthing hips.”
    â€œYou are beautiful,” Nick said again. “And your blush only makes you more so.”
    This time, Darcie accepted the compliment with what she hoped was a gracious smile. Beautiful. Why not? Wasn’t beauty in the eye of the beholder? And what a beholder.
    Nick opened the car door for her before heading around to the driver’s side. It was another small courtesy that made her feel like she’d stepped into some sort of fairy tale.
    â€œShall I put up the top?”
    â€œNo,” she told him. “Leave it down. I can use the fresh air after all those hours in a stuffy airplane.”
    And, okay, in her fairy tale, a ride in a Porsche convertible only added to the romance.
    He was seated behind the wheel now. “Even if it means tangled hair?” He reached over and coiled the end of one lock around his index finger. If he wound it any tighter, she would be forced to lean closer to him.
    While their gazes held, she blindly plumbed the depths of her oversized purse until her fingers encountered an elastic band. Pulling it out with the same verve a magician uses to produce a white rabbit, she announced, “I believe I have a solution for that.”
    Nick eyed the elastic band a moment before uncoiling the lock, and she hastily tugged her hair into a ponytail.
    â€œVery clever, but you missed some.”
    This time, he made contact with more than her hair. His fingertips were warm against her cheek as they corralled the wayward strands and tucked them behind her ear. The gesture might have been construed as friendly if not for the gleam in his dark eyes or the Richter-scale-worthy effect it had on her pulse.
    A car horn blasted behind them. Its driver yelled something in Greek. Nick yelled something back in the same language, but his tone was more circumspect than annoyed, and his expression could only be described as pleased.
    To Darcie, he said, “People are in too much of a hurry. I prefer to take things slowly. Rushing is no good.”
    With that, he turned the key in the car’s ignition. The Porsche’s powerful engine growled to life and they were off.
    Nick wasn’t familiar with the hotel listed on her itinerary, but he plugged the address to The Santor into his cell phone and downloaded directions as he merged into traffic.
    â€œIt should take about forty minutes to get there,” he said as they left the airport behind.
    Darcie settled back in her seat, determined to take in the sights along the way. Not only was this her first time in Greece, but it was also her first trip abroad. Indeed, other than a couple of weekend jaunts to Toronto with Becky, she’d never been outside the United States. Despite the passing scenery, however, she remained almost painfully aware of the man seated next to her, and her gaze kept returning to his profile. God, he was handsome and he’d made it plain that their attraction was mutual. This might not be a fling exactly, but it was awfully damned flattering to have such a good-looking man paying attention to her.
    When he turned and caught her staring, she blurted out, “Were you always so buff? I mean, a car buff. Were you always a car buff?”
    â€œCar buff?”
    â€œInterested in cars,” she clarified, relieved that her slip of the tongue hadn’t made it past the language barrier.
    He nodded. “My uncle raced them for a time, and the summer I turned sixteen, I traveled with him on the European Grand Prix circuit.”
    â€œThat sounds exciting.”
    Nick smiled in agreement. “It was. Very.”
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