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âThat had to be the most embarrassing journey ever,â Elle complained, tugging at the tee-shirt Gem designed.
Ciara grinned at her friendâs mortified expression. âI think theyâre cute.â
âSee? Someone appreciates my talents,â Gem said.
The printed tee-shirts were white, tight fitting, had deep âvâ necks with âGeeks go Greekâ printed across their busts in a groovy, neon pink font.
âThank god weâre here. Now I can get into my bikini,â Elle said, pointing along the dirt road they were being driven down by the Muirâs driver.
After seeing the Land Rover waiting for them at the airport, Ciara had worried that the next of the Muirâs properties was going to be some shack in the middle of nowhere or something, but she hadnât been prepared for this.
The house â again, if she could call it that â which Elle pointed to, was massive. It seemed to have six levels, each one backing up on the mountain like a staircase and ending with a huge raised patio over the beach. There was a hot tub, swimming pool and a stone area centred by the biggest dining table sheâd ever seen.
Looked like Santorini was going to be another luxury trip.
âWow, is that your granddadâs yacht?â Gem asked as they got closer.
To the side there was a pier stretching into the clear blue sea, a boat with more multi-levels, a group of jet skis hooked to a buoy further out, and a shed that could fit ten dorm rooms, easily.
âThatâs a yacht?â Ciara asked. It looked more like a ship to her.
âYes, but donât get any ideas. I havenât a clue how to sail it even if Iâd go near the sea.â Elle shuddered. âThe waterâs disgusting.â
It looked gorgeous to Ciara â all blue, clear and shimmering in the sun. She couldnât wait to go for a dip.
âAnyway, I have so many treatments and massages booked that we wonât even need to leave the house,â Elle said.
The thing was huge, no doubt about it. But, still. Ciara didnât want to be cooped up in the thing for over a week. âWhy donât we hire a car and see more of the island?â
âIâm not doing anything until I get this tee-shirt off and catch some sun,â Elle protested.
Gem scowled at her. âIâll come with you, Ciara. Just as soon as Iâve unpacked.â
The driver pulled into a triple garage where she saw that the Land Rover wasnât the only thing they had here. Quad bikes and a Porsche filled the other spots and she wondered if they were Zackâs, since the way Elle spoke of her granddad made her think he was a bit old to be zooming about on them. No way were they Elleâs â she wouldnât want to risk messing up her hair.
More staff appeared from the house, all speaking Greek with one another and Ciara didnât even try to guess what they were saying. Unsurprisingly, Elle knew and dished out some orders fluently, then their cases were taken into the house.
âWhy donât we leave exploring until tomorrow?â Elle asked, instead of demanding like she usually did. She was getting good at the tactful stuff. âThereâs a restaurant not far from here and they put on really good shows at night.â
Ciara barely heard. Sheâd switched her phone on the second they got off the plane and ever since had checked it every two seconds. It had been almost two days since she left Zack the voicemail and she hadnât heard from him since.