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down at the flagstone patio and shook her head. “I have a friend…”
    “Oh no you don’t.” I couldn’t stay in my seat. Too many times Ginny had done this to me – set me up with some crazy ass friend of hers. It always ended in disaster. I was on my feet, ready to pull my hair out.
    “No, really Matt. She’s nice. I know you two would hit it off.” She grasped my hand between her own, pulling me toward her when I wanted to walk – no, run – away. I couldn’t stop my toes from tapping the ground – another force of habit. Ginny sat up straight to face me when I sat back down, my hand still between hers.
    “You can’t keep doing this. You know that. Right?”
    She shook her head again. “I just want you to be happy, Matt. You’re older than me, and I’ve been married for two years already.”
    “Ginny, I am happy. We aren’t all using the same game plan, yeah? If and when I’m ready, I’ll find my own someone.”
    Her hands dropped to her sides in defeat. “And what about Miss ‘Oh, I’m a hottie on a boat’?”
    The dorky smile came to my lips unbidden. “Who knows? Miss hottie on a boat could be the one.”
    Niko stepped from behind the door and fly-curtain, his own cup of instant crap steaming in his hands. “Good morning, my love,” he said, planting a loud kiss on my sister’s forehead.
    Ginny reached up and ran her hand down his cheek. “Good morning, agapi mou.”
    “Matt,” he tipped his head to me.
    “Good morning.”
    “Matt has just been telling me about a woman he met on the boat last night.”
    “Yes? Is she –” Niko cupped his hands away from his chest to indicate breasts and a well built woman.
    “Very,” I nodded.
    “Ba’ravo.”
    “Why bravo?” Ginny asked. “He shouldn’t be hunting trophies.”
    “Ti?”
    “Never mind. He should be looking for a good woman. Thinking about starting a family.”
    “Matt should do what makes him happy, yes?” He held his hand out to me and I shook it.
    “That’s right.”
    “So, where is she?”
    “He lost her.”
    “No.” Niko looked as devastated as I felt.
    “I did, but I will find her again. It’s a small town, right?”
    “A small town, yes, but overrun with tourists. Good luck,” Ginny said, blushing and grabbing Niko’s hand to stop its progress down the front of her dress. I looked away. They may have been married, but I didn’t need to see my brother-in-law feeling up my sister.
    “So, does Miss Hottie have a name?” Ginny asked.
    When I looked back, their clasped hands sat atop her shoulder. “I would imagine she does.”
    “You don’t know her name?” Ginny’s eyes widened.
    I shook my head and ignored her incredulous look. Even I couldn’t quite wrap my head around the fact I let her get away before I got a name. Baby girl . My heart sped up as the encounter once again flashed through my mind. The taste and feel of her drifted across my senses with the memory, like a ghost. I rose and excused myself before I started my own perverted show – just thinking of her brought my cock to life.
    The bathroom, my first impulse, did not appeal. After two sessions last night and again this morning with Mr. Rosy Palm and my imaginary date, I ran the risk of rubbing myself raw, so I headed to the kitchen for another cup of flavored mud, instead. Ginny was about thirty seconds behind me.
    “So what should we do today? Do you want to take a bus around the island, or walk up to the monastery? We could hit the beaches if you want.”
    I lit the burner under the kettle and waved the match in the air to kill the flame. “No. I don’t need a tour guide. You and Niko have work to do – getting the restaurant ready for the big opening – and I’m here early, so you go about your business. I know this place like the back of my hand.”
    “You’d be surprised how much has changed since you were a kid,” she said, dumping a teaspoon of the instant in both our cups. “The town is at least twice as big as it