far. From there it wasn’t a big step to doing my own laundry and moving out early. I didn’t have much reason to stay home.”
“That’s not right. Your parents didn’t want you.”
“Oh, they’re great. But they travel—as in a lot. They always like to see me and then see me gone, too.” He glanced at her and smiled. “What, do you think I’m some kind of orphan—poor Callum with no huge family? My folks are both only kids from small families, so this stuff…” He waved at the two hundred chairs set out—and that was only for close friends and family. “This to me seems like a lot of trouble.”
“Family is never trouble,” Eva said. She glanced at Callum and saw him giving her a lifted eyebrow and a sideways look. “Well, okay, they are a lot of trouble, but they’re also help and comfort and…and I can’t imagine not having them.”
“And yet you’re ready to leave to go to school in a different country. Sounds to me like you want a little more freedom.”
Eva wrinkled her nose and sipped her coffee. “Okay, maybe a little more. Antonio is trying too hard to be like our father—to take his place and look after us.”
“You mean look after you. Alexandra’s getting married, meaning Antonio thinks she’s Dareios’ headache now, and that just leaves you. It’s great you doing so much to help your sister, but you really need to focus on your lessons.”
“So says my tutor.”
He stopped and faced her. “No, so says your friend. Come on, Eva, you know you’ve been ducking lessons—the wedding’s been a great excuse, hasn’t it.”
She let out a sigh and sucked on her thumb, which was still sticky from the honey.
Eyes narrowed, Callum took her hand. “What’s this? Get a thorn in your thumb.”
“No, honey from the treat I stole, which Gaia would say serves me right.”
“Hold out your hand,” he said.
She did as he asked. Opening the soda water, he poured it over her fingers. He capped the empty bottle and pulled out his handkerchief to dry her fingers. He kept hold of her hand as he worked. Eva’s breath quickened and her heart seemed to skip a beat. He was so careful…so gentle. Face hot, she pulled her hand away. “I should go see if Alexandra is up and help her dress.” She ran into the house, but she wasn’t certain if she was running from something or to something.
***
The wedding was nice, but the party after—Callum shook his head. He’d never been to a Greek wedding before, but boy did the Greeks know how to party. Wine and ouzo flowed. Food kept coming out of the kitchen—chicken and lamb and fish dishes. Kebobs and things he couldn’t name.
He recognized a few dishes—stuff made with light, flakey pastry and pita bread and feta cheese the dark, and the briny Greek olives. But a lot of it was just dig in and be amazed at the tastes. The dancing started in the early evening with a rock group, but traditional dances where thrown in there for the older crowd, and the whole thing kept going into the early hours of the next day.
Alexandra and Dareios—both of them grinning—disappeared early, and Callum could guess they were getting a head-start on the honeymoon. The two of them couldn’t keep their hands off each other. And Eva was right—she was more nervous about this whole thing than her sister.
Eva seemed to fuss over everything—checking on the food, on the bars, working the crowd like this was her event. She was easy to spot in that silvery dress that sparkled like stardust and clung to her curves in ways that reminded him she wasn’t the kid that he sometimes liked to think she was. He couldn’t help watching her. Gaia kept frowning at her—Callum caught a few glares—but Eva wouldn’t let up.
Shaking his head, Callum finally went out and caught Eva’s wrist. “Dance with me.”
She opened her mouth like she was going to protest, but he dragged her onto the dance floor and into his arms before she could say anything. The band had