Epilogue
SIX MONTHS LATER…
It was a day for blue, Theo Callisthenes thought. The sky an endless arc of wild blue yonder unblemished by cloud, the sea a cauldron of molten sapphire, the church dome atop its alabaster walls a stunning cobalt.
The colours of the Aegean that ran blue through his veins, that stained his very DNA, were the perfect backdrop for Ari and Kelsey’s wedding day.
He watched them now, posing for photographs on the smoothed white-plaster rooftop, the sea a 180-degree vista behind, their future burning brightly ahead. They were the picture of love and happiness, and Theo thanked God that his brother was whole again.
Kelsey had breathed new life into him and there wasn’t one Callisthenes here today who didn’t adore the ground she walked on. Who hadn’t welcomed her and her mother into their family with lifted spirits and grateful hearts.
But it was a different of kind of blue distracting Theo today. The electric blue of a bridesmaid dress that hugged and skimmed, that flowed like mercury over curves that should come with a flashing neon warning sign.
Tiffany. The bride’s best friend.
Ari had warned him this morning to stay away, and Theo understood that messing around with his sister-in-law’s bestie had the potential to blow up in his face.
But Theo had never been able to resist dynamite.
Swiping two glasses of champagne off a tray being circulated by a waiter, he approached, taking his time, enjoying the view. Her eyes, artfully made up in a deep shimmery-blue shadow, met his as he neared, and he shot her a slow, lazy smile.
‘Champagne?’ he asked as he drew to a halt.
She eyed him. ‘Ari warned me about you.’
Theo chuckled. ‘Did he now? What exactly did he say?’
‘Something about you being a kavliaris ?’ She raised an eyebrow. ‘I believe that means horn dog?’
Grinning, Theo nodded. ‘Something like that, yes.’
She plucked the champagne glass out of his hand. ‘Good then. Just my type.’
And she clinked her glass to his…
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