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neatly folded his T-shirts, smoothing the wrinkles. He didn’t look up, but she caught his grin before he turned his back. “Of course, if you want to talk about sexual positions, I’ll be patient and listen.”
    “You’re really hysterical, boss. So clever.”
    She rolled her eyes and looked away so he wouldn’t see her blush. He got you again, Layla. Watch it. Last night meant nothing to him. The teasing means nothing now . She still felt the effects of their lovemaking—bruises on her hips from his tight grasp, soreness from the size of him… Forget about it. It’s just a job . Layla wandered back to the balcony.
    Kevin joined her a few moments later, a bottle of ouzo and two glasses in hand. “Drink up. Yassas.” They clicked glasses.
    Layla pointed to the island. “That’s the prison? The…”
    “Bourzi, yes. We can take a boat there, but there’s not much to see.” They drank in awkward silence for a few moments. Layla was tired of the silence. The drive to Nafplion had felt like a lifetime of unspoken questions.
    “Layla, Look at me.”
    “No.” Ugh, here it comes . “Okay, what?” She turned and his eyes were mere dark slits as he regarded her seriously. “You caught me off guard last night. I’m a little out of practice at fieldwork. I wasn’t quite expecting that kiss to…well…affect me that way—to lead to sex. Anyway, I’m sorry. It was really unprofessional of me.”
    “No worries, Irish. It’s all good. So, when do we meet the target?”
    You son of a bitch .
     
    ***
     
    More. I want more, Layla. Let’s stay here forever. Why did you kick me out ? You seemed to love it. I know I’m out of practice. Wasn’t it good enough ? Of course, she’s been with many men. Andrea grew bored with you, too, didn’t she ? She stopped wanting you long before she died. Maybe you’re just a hack in bed …
    Kevin ran his hand through his hair and poured himself another shot of the licorice liquor. You’re completely screwed, Colin .
    Sarah’s call this morning had stunned him. “What do you mean he’s in custody? Why the hell is he in custody?”
    “Geez, Colin, I thought you’d be happy,” Sarah had answered.
    “They caught Ardros red-handed—almost literally. He had a priceless red-figured vase in the trunk of his car. Can you imagine? They caught him dealing antiquities out of his trunk like they were fake designer purses. Kevin? Are you there?”
    “Yeah, just surprised. Well, that’s all good, then,” he replied, feeling as though he had lost more than this case. He felt downright miserable.
    “Sure. They said you can keep the retainer and a third of the final fee in exchange for a little discretion, so I told them ‘no problem.’ So, when do you think you’ll be back? A lot of new cases are piling up on your desk.”
    “Ummm, let me get back to you on that one, Sarah.”
    “Kevin, what’s going on…?”
    He cut the connection to his cell phone, tossing it on the bed as he sighed. It would be over that quickly.
    Now, he looked out at the scenery as Layla’s question pounded through his head.
    “Kevin, when do we meet Ardros?” Layla looked curiously at him, finally snapping her fingers in front of his face.
    She’ll be furious. She’ll quit. She might even sue me and I don’t care. Once more, just once …
    “Oh, I meant to tell you. I got a note from his people. Ardros had to go on to Monemvasia for a day or so to check on a possible find. So, we’re stuck here in Nafplion for a little longer. I’ll scrounge up something fun for us to do. There’s a nice beach nearby. And Tiryns and Mycenae are day trips.”
    “Kevin, you’re paying me a hundred grand. You don’t have to make this trip enjoyable.” Layla got up from the chair and called back over her shoulder. “I’m going to have a shower. Stay out here.”
    Kevin watched the occasional pedestrian make their way down the quiet street at the height of afternoon siesta time. He listened to the shower