'For sure,' he said.

'We also need to put together some paperwork,' I said. 'Listing our objections and'

'Count me out,' said a voice from the back. 'I no risk upsetting ThinkBig. My family come first I need the franchise of one of those takeaways.'

A couple of voices murmured in agreement and a tall, thin man at the back, with a ponytail, just crossed his arms and listened.

'I understand. You feel ThinkBig offers the only way out of this recession but at what price? Pride in your job? Happiness in where you live? The modest tradition of your way of life lost, in favour of the reckless lifestyle of binge-drinking young tourists?' I gazed around at everyone.

'What you care?' said another voice. 'You go home soon, back to England.'

Niko sneered at me, as if he'd like to add 'Hear, hear'.

'And I shall leave my heart here,' I said quietly. 'Taxos is special. More than anything, I want to preserve that.'

Shaking his head, Niko got up and went onto the back patio. Luckily no one else seemed to notice.

Georgios spoke to the villagers in Greek as if he were translating what I said and some people's faces softened.

In fact, one person clapped and within seconds the sound of applause and stamping feet filled the room. Retsina was drunk, the remaining scones were scoffed and people punched the air whilst making fighting talk. Then, to the tired strains of Cosmo's harmonica, the yawning villagers returned to their beds. Several of us left behind started planning out leaflets and posters.

We agreed to keep in touch during the week and perhaps Friday night have a community barbecue on the beach, to take stock of the progress made. Sophia kept us supplied with coffee. Grandma hugged us all, before heading to bed. Niko disappeared perhaps for a bracing sea walk so that he could sober up. Finally, at gone one in the morning, when I could write no more, I helped wash and clear the last plates and cups, before preparing to walk the fifteen minutes home.

'I accompany you back,' said Demetrios.

'No you won't,' said a voice from the doorway.

I glanced over. Henrik? 'I thought you were sleeping over in Kos Town.'

He said nothing but looked around the tables, littered with pens and paper.

'So, this is the headquarters of Operation Reject ThinkBig's Once-in-a-lifetime Offer?'

'Henrik, look...'

'It's okay. I understand.' His eyes crinkled as he smiled. 'I'll wait for you outside.'

I grabbed my handbag and sunhat, before kissing everyone goodbye.

'We see you tomorrow morning, Pippitsa?' said Sophia and gave a wide yawn.

I winked. 'Yes. Bright and early. Chin up, everyone. We'll give this our best shot.'

I headed out towards Henrik but didn't take his hand. We walked in silence, up Taxos' central high street, past The Fish House and Pandora's bakery. It was another typically humid August night, accompanied by the chirp of cicadas and mew of a pa.s.sing tabby cat. In the distance an owl hooted and a welcome breeze lifted my hair. Henrik looked fashion-catalogue perfect, as usual, with his long legs in tailored beige chinos and a short-sleeved linen shirt just tight enough to hint at his pecs. He'd slicked back his thick hair and a holiday tan made his slate eyes seem paler and more appealing than ever. And quickly I extinguished the thought that Nico's exotic mocha eyes, ruffled hair and casual clothes were far s.e.xier.

I glanced away as we headed towards the dusty road, wondering why this man beside me, impressive on the inside and out, wasn't enough. We cut through the wooded area and I relished nature's cedar pine aftershave no celebrity or fashion designer could come up with a fragrance to beat that.

'Why did you come back to Taxos tonight?' I said and looked up at him.

Henrik gave a wry smile. 'We're on holiday. I didn't want to spend my last Sat.u.r.day night here with some pompous mayor who spends the evening eyeing up short-skirted tourists. He just got more and more drunk, sneering about the Taxos villagers, saying they'd be utterly stupid to reject my company's "generous offer".' He shrugged. 'I may agree but I don't look down on your friends...' He cleared his throat. 'In fact, clearly the villagers are going to try to fight off the project. I kind of respect that.'

'Yes and... I'm helping them. Sorry, Henrik, but I simply can't approve ThinkBig's plans.'

Then a not uncomfortable silence fell as we strolled along the dusty path, away from the village. Eventually we reached the villa thankfully without a single mosquito bite. I went in, turned on the lights and kicked off my sandals. We both sat down on the sofa. Henrik took my hand.

'I owe you an apology, Pippa for keeping ThinkBig's proposition from you all these months. And... I get what you are trying to do for the village. Like me, you are fighting for what you consider to be right. That's why I love you.'

Blimey. Henrik didn't often use the L word.

'In fact... 'He slid onto the floor, and whilst on one knee slipped a hand beneath a cushion. Out came a royal blue velvet box.

Oh no. No, no, no... Don't do this, Henrik. Not now that I've finally made up my mind we have no future together.

'Pippa... You not supporting me yesterday, at the town hall meeting, in a perverse way made me more sure than ever, that you are The One. You are independent... courageous... morally admirable... everything I aspire to be.' His voice wavered. 'Marry me, Pippa. We make a great team have the same life-goals.'

He opened a box to reveal a ring only Henrik could have chosen. Beautiful in its simplicity, its practicality, it was a slim silver band with three small diamonds embedded in the metal.

'Henrik... no...'

My vision went blurry as tears threatened a sensation I was not used to, back in England. But first of all, today, I'd had to reject Niko against my true feelings, and now I was going to have to turn down a man I truly cared for.

He half-smiled and took the ring out of the box. 'Just try it on, Pippa... for me,' he whispered.

I swallowed. It slipped on. A perfect fit.

'I... I've sensed in recent weeks a distance between us,' he said, and sat back up on the sofa. 'So if you need time, that's okay. But there is no question in my mind. We fit, Pippa as well as your finger and that ring. We are both ambitious, and follow our heads. As a couple we could achieve great things. Just look at your Mum and Dad.'

I smiled at him, really wanting to feel a rush of excitement surge through my veins, willing me to throw my arms around his neck and shout to the world that this man was mine.

However, all I could think of was the words Niko had used to describe me, like "mountain mist". Whereas Henrik's declaration of love used business-speak like "team" and "goals". And as for us being like Mum and Dad... No. Returning to Taxos had only confirmed what I'd secretly thought all these years that boarding school and jet-setting through the world without getting to know your very own neighbours... That wasn't for me or my potential children.

Henrik stood up. 'Look. Let's go to bed. It's almost two and we've both got a big day tomorrow.'

On automatic, I nodded as he bent down to brush his lips against mine. But his touch, which lit no flames, sent a different kind of guilty jolt through me. I couldn't do this. I, for one, had to be honest. Henrik deserved that. Urgh! A conscience was a troublesome thing.

'Look... There's something you don't know: last night, on the beach, and since we've arrived...' Deep breaths. 'I... I've got... I've had feelings for Niko.'

Chapter Fourteen.

With a roar, Henrik fled out of the villa and sprinted into Taxos, convinced that Niko must have made a move on me. By the time I'd caught up, with a torch, sandals rubbing against my heels, he was hammering on the door of the Sotiropoulos' taverna. I grabbed his arm, hissing that he'd upset Grandma, but Henrik easily held me at a distance with one hand, whilst continuing to knock with the other. Finally Niko answered. Henrik let go of me, dragged him onto the road and punched him in the face. Niko went flying and landed, face down, in the dust, blood streaming from his mouth.

Ooh, wasn't that just like a scene from one of my romantic sagas? *sigh* Sorry for the deception, but yes, I made it up. Instead, back at the villa, last night, Henrik's eyes had widened for a moment and he pursed his lips. Then he calmly announced it was no surprise Niko and I were good friends, we "had history" and yesterday I was upset about the news concerning Taxos. That was bound to have confused my mind. That once back in London, everything about Taxos and Niko would be forgotten. He kissed my cheek said it didn't change how he felt, that we'd talk about it the next day.

But then Henrik had never been the jealous sort nor one for hot arguments, which was good, right? Aarggh, no! Just occasionally a woman wanted proof that a man would fight for her. Like those scenes from Bridget Jones's Diary, when Hugh Grant and Colin Firth shatter gla.s.s and tumble into a fountain.

Didn't it rile Henrik at all that my lips and another man's had almost danced the rumba? Where was his pa.s.sion for me? A pa.s.sion Niko had no trouble demonstrating with his misty mountain and orange sunset words...

*Sigh* again. Must bury that thought; must be grateful that Henrik was so sane; so level-headed so stereotypically cool and clinically Dutch and not an impulsive, hot-blooded Mediterraneono (yes, made-up word). Perhaps he was right I'd lost all sense in Greece and once back home, it would seem like nothing more than a dream. With another sigh I glanced at the pillow next to me. Henrik wasn't there. The air smelt of tea tree shampoo, as I fought my way out of the mosquito net. He must have already left. Yawning again, I strolled into the kitchen and noticed a note.

Meet me back here tonight. I'll cook dinner. Henrik.

Next to it sat the blue velvet box. I opened it and slid the understated ring onto my finger again. At that moment the front door bell went. Hoping I looked half-decent in my shorts and T-shirt pyjama set, I smoothed down my hair before heading down the corridor by the bedrooms. I pulled open the front door.

'Niko!' Was it the morning sun making me feel hot, or something else?

'Ya sou, Pippa.' He met my eye, mouth straight, no teasing light radiating from those mocha eyes. 'May I come in?' he asked and cleared his throat. His gaze fell onto my hand the ring and colour rose into his cheeks.

'It's not what you think,' I rambled. 'Nothing's been agreed. I'm just'

'Whatever,' he interrupted. 'Is none of my business.'

I stood to one side so that he could come into the villa, and shut the door behind us. We headed into the kitchen and sat up the breakfast bar.

'Coffee?'

He shook his head, expression not changing whilst I slipped off the ring and put it back in the box.

'Henrik no here?'

'He's spending the day in Kos Town, having lunch with the quad bike track designers. Then drinks with Stavros later.'

'No doubt he owes our island's mayor many favours.' Niko wrinkled his nose. 'Anyway, I no here about Henrik. Just to say... I appreciate your honesty yesterday. You right. I lucky man with Leila. Seeing you this last week had thrown me off balance. You and I, we no longer know each other and Taxos' future is all that matters.'

'Oh... um... agreed. That's exactly how I feel.' It is. Even though my hand longed to touch his; even though he looked crazy s.e.xy in that casual shirt and jeans.

'Although I question your motives...' A frown crossed his face. 'You say your heart is in Taxos, but yesterday sounded as if rescuing it from financial ruin was nothing but an interesting project.'

I fiddled with the ring box. 'Look...'

'No matter. I don't care about that. As long as we defeat ThinkBig. That is all I care about along with my family and Leila.'

'Niko...' Please, upturn those soft lips, make those deep, rich eyes dance with laughter.

He held up his palm. 'Save it. Right, Papa sent me here to say he and Mama are cleaning the unused side of our taverna from head to toe this morning, so there no point in coming over.'

'Don't shoosh me, Niko. There's no need to be rude.'

'Well, clearly you don't want me to be friendly. Which is it, Pippa? You can't have it both ways.'

What could I say?

'So, to continue, Postie has just visited he has permission to open up today, so that we can all use the printer. This morning you go there, with Leila help carry on the work we did last night, putting together the leaflet. Cosmo will join you to complete maps of the cycling routes and the village. Then Pandora , Demetrios, the Dellis' and everyone else offering a service will give you a short paragraph for Leila to translate, along with prices. Leila already has the information needed for my boat trips and Papa's birdwatching walks.'

'Fine. That means later today we can print everything out and first thing tomorrow some of us can go into Kos Town to spread the word.' I avoided his eye, returning his clipped tones.

'Yes. Demetrios, from the pottery has already designed a pattern for the front of the leaflet, in gold and red. And you could start on your menu, today. Mama thought we could ask Pandora to supply the teashop with traditional Greek pastries that way we no steal her trade.'

I stood up and filled the kettle. 'You must have all got up early to think this through.' I glanced at the clock. 'It's only half past eight.'

'This is our life at risk, Pippa. It's not just a challenging project to us. We have no time to waste as you and your expertise, to help us, are only here for two weeks.' Niko stood up. 'I need to start hunting out barbecue equipment and making signs that look a least a bit professional.' Expressionless he gazed at me. 'I go. Let's both strive to at least be civil.'

Before I knew it, he was gone and I sipped my coffee, hoping it would salve my aching chest. But that ache had no physical cause it had roots in the feeling that I'd lost something special.

I felt no better, hours later, when I headed to the taverna following a morning putting the leaflet together. We'd decided to head it "Taxos the hidden treasure of Kos. Discover the wonders of the real Greek way of life". Leila had helped me understand the villagers' scribblings. We kept the amount of information short and punchy, including photos where possible.

Sophia and Georgios waved. They sat at a table, outside, both drinking orange granitas. Sophia wore a scarf around her hair and Georgios' head glistened with sweat. His normally white shirt had dust marks across it and a mop leaned against Sophia's chair.

'Ya sou, Pippa! Let me get you a drink,' said Georgios and swatted away a fly as he stood up. I took off my hat and gla.s.ses, glad to sit under the shade of the table's parasol. I took the first leaflet printed out of my handbag and held it open for Sophia.

'Here we have a list of attractions in Taxos,' I said. 'The pottery workshop and the baker's pastries plus cooking cla.s.ses... There are details of the days out cycling or birdwatching everything we've discussed.' We smiled at each other. 'Looks impressive, doesn't it?'

Sophia glanced at the leaflet again. 'I like the red and gold colour, and calling Taxos the hidden treasure of Kos. Hey, look Georgios!'

He returned with my granita and whilst I gratefully downed mouthfuls of icy drink, Georgios held the leaflet at a distance and studied each paragraph.

'Is very, very good,' he said finally, and patted my arm. 'You've all worked hard. I like the simple layout not too much information, clear prices and everything in Greek or English...' He waved the leaflet. 'Will these be ready to drop off in Kos Town tomorrow?'

'Yes, and hopefully, from Tuesday, a little business should start to roll in. As you can see, we've included phone numbers. I gave the taverna's for the teashop, your birdwatching tours and Niko's boat trips I hope that is all right.'

He gazed at the leaflet again, particularly the paragraph describing the teashop. 'What is this?'

Sophia leant over to read it too and grinned.

'Grandma wanted to do her bit...' I gave a sheepish smile. 'So I suggested she be on hand in the teashop to read guests' coffee sediment. Tourists love that sort of stuff.'

Georgios burst out laughing. 'No wonder she was up early today with us, insisting on taking our empty cups into the kitchen. She was getting some practise in!'

'You a good girl, Pippitsa,' said Sophia, softly. 'Grandma whistling this morning we no heard her do that for months.'

'Did someone mention my name?' Grandma appeared at the doorway and everyone chuckled.

I pa.s.sed her my granita gla.s.s. 'Can you read ice as well?'

Eyes laughing, she shook her finger. 'No, but I can pour it over cheeky girls' heads.'

Grandma was still threatening to slip ice cubes down my neck, half an hour later, when I messed up her tidy kitchen by pulling out ingredients. It was time to a.s.semble a menu for Taxos Teashop. I could have jumped up and down as the reality of me living my dream sunk in.

Anyone for Earl Grey and cuc.u.mber sandwiches? Time to be serious, though. I needed to plan the menu with military precision so that it appealed both to the villagers and potential tourists. Right... definite options would be the most favourite scones from the meeting yesterday. Plus Grandma liked those honey and dried fig ones and cherry scones always went down well... Furiously, I jotted flavours down. Plus Sophia mentioned she would collect some of Pandora's baklava and chocolate walnut tart... I surveyed the list. None of the ingredients were very expensive and I wouldn't make whole batches of each flavour until I got an idea of how many might sell, per day. We could open up to locals tomorrow afternoon after my trip to Kos Town, seeing as the place was now clean. Stefan was dropping the sign off later and Georgios and Sophia's computer printer was good enough, just to print off a few basic menus. So, in preparation for tomorrow, I'd just make a few scones that the Greek villagers might like.

Humming, I sieved flour into a bowl and rubbed in a small amount of b.u.t.ter. My shoulders relaxed and my breathing rate fell. As always, making scones helped empty my mind of worries and focus it, instead, on textures and flavours. When the mixture turned to small squidgy crumbs between my fingers, I divided it into four. Into one quarter I added a pinch of salt, quartered olives and a little oregano. In the other a cupful of chopped roasted red pepper, leftover from yesterday, with a pinch of paprika. Into the third quarter, honey and chopped dried figs and into the final lot, sugar, grated lemon rind and lemon juice... Then I kneaded each separately.

Mmm, how divine to breathe in the contrasting aromas of citrus, meaty pepper and pungent black olives. My mouth upturned as I watched the dough's blank canvas change into four different pictures. I used Sophia's small pie cutters to divide the four lumps of dough further, into perfect rounds. I glazed the savoury ones with beaten egg and the sweet ones with milk.