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ASAP.

      Just saying those words helped to drive some of the blackness away. He’d been in a cage, but no longer.

      While every member sat there in utter shock at his announcement, he excused himself from the meeting in Thessaloniki and took the helicopter back to his villa on Thassos Island. En route, he checked his phone messages and discovered another text message waiting for him from Tina Nasso, the woman he’d stopped seeing three months ago.

      Since he’d never responded to any of her messages, why would she text him again? Was she so desperate?

      This separation from u can’t go on, Stavros. You’ve been so cruel. I haven’t seen u or even heard your voice in three months! You haven’t texted me back once. I have to talk to you! This is important. Tina.

      This text meant she was still pressing for him to change his mind. His black brows came together. Christina Nasso, the woman his parents had expected him to marry, didn’t know how to let something go that could never have worked out. With no intention of answering this text either, he deleted it.

      Parental pressure had driven him to spend some time with her, but there was no attraction on his part. He had the gut feeling her parents were still pressuring her because they’d wanted an alliance between both families. Just as his parents had planned on him marrying her, it was no secret the prominent Nasso shipping family from Kavala wanted Stavros for their son-in-law. Both family businesses were closely connected.

      But when she’d wanted a deeper intimacy with him, he couldn’t pretend feelings he didn’t have. Though he hadn’t wanted to hurt her, he’d had to tell her the truth. He wasn’t in love with her and they both needed to be free.

      Stavros had told his parents the same thing after they’d demanded an explanation. His great mistake was humoring them from the beginning. Never again. They could wait, but a marriage with Tina wouldn’t happen.

      Today he’d felt the consequences of his actions. His refusal to go on seeing her had caused a serious rift, one he’d felt at the board meeting when his father had influenced his uncles and cousins to close ranks against his new business venture instead of embracing it.

      As for Tina, his hope was that one day she’d meet someone her family would approve of. She was an attractive woman with much to offer a man who wanted to marry her. But Stavros wasn’t that man. One day, Tina would realize it and move on. Like salt that had lost its savor, every relationship he’d had with a woman had been missing the essential ingredient for happiness.

      The only thing that brought him any pleasure right now was spending every bit of time on his new business. Stavros’s company wouldn’t be in competition with his family’s, but there would be fireworks when they found out he’d gone ahead with production. One of theirs was doing something on his own and they couldn’t tolerate it. But it shouldn’t be a surprise to them. He rarely bowed to the dictates of his autocratic father or his great-uncles.

      For his mother’s sake, he’d tried where Tina was concerned. But once she’d learned that her younger son wasn’t enamored of the Nasso girl, he’d found disfavor in her eyes too. He took a deep breath. Today had turned out to be a day like no other. From here on out, his life was going to go in directions no one would be happy about except him.

      So be it!

      On his way to the kitchen to quench his thirst, his cell phone rang. If it was Tina calling because he hadn’t answered her text, she would find out exactly how he felt when she realized he intended to go on ignoring any and all phone calls or texts from her.

      But when he looked at the caller ID, he saw it was the manager of quarry three on Thassos Island phoning on his private line. He clicked on. “What’s up, Gus?”

      “Kyrie Konstantinos?” Kyrie being the Greek version of Mr. “A situation with one of the student-teacher groups from PanHellenic Tours has arisen. A teenager is missing. Now the police are involved.”

      This was all Stavros needed to hear, especially since he’d been the only one on the board in favor of allowing tour groups to visit the quarry. The program had been working well since March with no incidents, until today...

      Stavros gripped the phone tighter. “Have the police started a search?”

      When he heard the particulars, he grimaced. A helicopter would have an almost impossible struggle to see any movement beneath the dense green canopy of the forest.

      “What do you advise, Kyrie?”

      “I’ll be there ASAP.”

      He returned to the bedroom and dressed quickly before he dashed out the door to his car.

      It had been his hope the quarry experience would broaden the students’ education and spread the word about job opportunities.

      Forty percent of the marble in Greece came from an almost inexhaustible supply in the Thassos region, much of it being shipped to China, Asia and Europe. Because of this abundant natural resource, more jobs were available, which would improve the Grecian economy, a major aim of his.

      With that argument, his grandfather, who’d recently passed away, had been persuaded that the free publicity generated by various tour groups from foreign climes might be a good idea. At that point the rest of the board offered their reluctant acceptance on the condition that it would be for a trial basis only. One problem with the tours and they’d be given no more access.

      This particular quarry—one of many owned by the family throughout northern Greece—was on the other side of the summit, just ten minutes away. He knew the police lieutenant well and would ask his cooperation in keeping the press at bay for as long as possible.

      The crisis needed to be averted before the media got hold of it. Once they turned it into an international circus, the island would be crawling with unwanted spectators. Though the staff at the quarry wasn’t responsible for what had happened, the public wouldn’t see it that way. Publicity of this kind was never good.

      To his mind, the teacher was ultimately responsible for this type of situation and could be facing charges. Six high school groups of six on the bus with their individual teachers? How hard was it to keep track of half a dozen students?

      Gus had said the teen’s teacher was a younger, nice-looking American woman. Maybe too young to handle a bunch of teens? Stavros pressed on the gas as he rounded a curve in the road. He was in a mood.

      Once the family found out about this crisis, they’d put a stop to the tour groups. Since he’d announced his resignation from the corporation and the board, he would no longer have a say. But for the time being he felt the responsibility heavily. Someone’s teenage son was missing in a foreign land and needed to be found.

      Panagia was Andrea Linford’s favorite village on the Greek island of Thassos. After flying from Thessaloniki to the nearby airport of Keramoti on the mainland, she’d come the rest of the way on the ferry to Thassos, the capital city many referred to as Limenas. From the water, the island looked like a floating forest because of the pines and olive groves covering it.

      She’d rented a car and driven to Panagia, ten kilometers away. Named after the Virgin Mary, it was built on the side of the mountain. From the wooden terraces of the villas with their painted ceilings and schist roofs, one had a fantastic view of the bay and the sea beyond, where other emerald-green mountains rose to fill the eye. The sight of clear, ice-cold water bubbling up from the natural springs to run down alongside the narrow streets delighted her.

      Andrea had spent time in its church of the Virgin Mary, which had been built in l831. She loved its impressive baronial style, constructed by stones from the ruins of ancient temples. The exterior and cupola were a pale blue and white, absolutely exquisite.

      She’d been in a lot of churches around the world, but the interior of this particular church was like a fabulous treasure. It contained a banneret dating from the time of the Crusades. She felt

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