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her teeth. ‘If you gentlemen will kindly leave, I’ll get dressed.’
    ‘Miss James, this is not a good idea,’ said Alex, plainly expecting her to collapse in a heap at any second.
    ‘I must try. The cottage is all on one floor. I have food there, so if Mr—’
    She glanced at her host. ‘I’m afraid I don’t know your name.’
    ‘No?’ He raised an eyebrow in scornful disbelief. ‘I am Lukas Andreadis.’
    ‘How do you do?’ She turned to Alex. ‘If Mr Andreadis will drive me, I’ll be just fine.’ She swallowed hard on rising nausea and wavered slightly, her hand tightening on Eleni’s.
    Luke shook his head. ‘I will drive you when you are fine, Miss James, but that is most obviously not today. Put her back, Eleni.’
    ‘That is best, Luke,’ said Alex, relieved.
    Isobel gave up. She let Eleni make her comfortable, then turned her face into the pillows in despair. Her longed-for odyssey had come to a grinding halt before it had even started. She ignored the hushed interchange in their own tongue between the men, wishing they’d just go away and leave her to wallow alone in her misery.
    ‘Miss James,’ said Alex, coming back to the bed.
    Isobel opened her eyes. ‘Yes?’
    ‘If you allow me to have your keys, I will take my sister to your house to pack for you.’
    ‘How kind,’ she said unsteadily. ‘The keys are in my backpack.’
    ‘I am most happy to do this, but it was Luke’s idea,’ he added.
    She turned unsmiling eyes on her host. ‘Then thank you, too, Mr Andreadis.’
    ‘Here in Greece we believe in helping travellers,’ he informed her indifferently.
    ‘Unless they invade your beach.’
    ‘True.’ He unbent enough to smile faintly. ‘Come, then, Alex. I will drive you.’
    Eleni closed the door behind them, poured iced fruit juiceinto a glass and gave Isobel two of the tablets. ‘Drink, kyria ,’ she said firmly.
    Isobel obediently swallowed the painkillers and drank some of the juice. ‘ Efcharisto , Eleni.’ She managed a smile. ‘But please call me Isobel.’
    Eleni repeated the name shyly, put the glass on the table, then opened the carton of yoghurt.
    Isobel eyed it in alarm. ‘I’m so sorry, but I really can’t eat anything right now.’
    ‘ Ochee , not for eating. For your face. It is burning, ne ?’
    ‘Oh, yes,’ sighed Isobel, and submitted to an unexpected beauty treatment. Eleni smoothed the blessedly cool, creamy yoghurt over her face, left it there until it warmed up, then gently cleaned it off with tissues.
    ‘I will do it more later,’ she promised, ‘but now you sleep, Isobel.’ She smiled and went from the room, leaving the door ajar.
    Eventually the pills took enough edge off her aches and pains to let Isobel take interest in her surroundings. Filmy white curtains stirred at glass doors which led on to a balcony, and the room itself was furnished with the type of elegant simplicity that cost the earth. She groaned in sudden despair. She’d come all this way to Chyros to regain her normal perspective on life, yet one day into her holiday and here she was, stranded in a wealthy—and hugely unfriendly—stranger’s house, with no way of escaping until she was more mobile. But why had the man been so sure she’d known who he was? And felt so ticked off about it, too. Perhaps he was some kind of celebrity here in Greece. Her mouth twisted. He needn’t worry where she was concerned. He was good-looking enough in a forceful kind of way, but his personality was so horribly overbearing it cancelled out any attraction he might have had for her as a man…
    When Isobel opened her eyes again they widened when she found another stranger looking down at her.
    ‘Dr Riga, Isobel,’ said Eleni, hurrying to help her to sit up.
    The large, bespectacled man gave her a reassuring smile. ‘ Kalispera . How do you feel?’ he asked in heavily accented English, and took her pulse.
    ‘Not too well,’ she admitted.
    He nodded, his eyes so sympathetic her own