Wedding Party Collection: Here Comes The Groom. Rebecca Winters
country participating. The whole city can get involved by providing local foods and drinks, everyone in native costume. Troubadours, music, dancing.
“Since it was the great cultural center then and still is today, I can’t think of another place in Greece more appropriate to host a trade fair, certainly not one of this magnitude.”
She placed a sketch of a closeup of the bay in front of him. “We could invite the countries around the Mediterranean and as far away as Scandinavia to bring their restored ships and anchor them here like they once did. Everyone can go aboard to see their wares.
“It will be like stepping back in time, but the products will be the latest in materials and textiles from around the world.
“We’ll launch a massive ad campaign on the Internet with each country having its own Web page to list their products. I’ve already procured Web addresses. People who aren’t able to attend can place orders.
“Think what it would mean economically to the Greek Island cottage industries for example, not to mention new world markets. Of course the pièce de résistance will be this.” He hadn’t interrupted her yet, so she whipped out her next drawing.
“Follow the silk road from Thessalonica to Soufli. At various points along the route, the delegations will set up their silk exhibits. Visits to the mulberry tree farm and the silk mansion in Soufli will be the highlight of the tour.
“The weather will be warm and perfect in September. Imagine the streets of Soufli lined with booths showing every stage from the secretions of the silkworm, to the silk thread ending up as a cravate or a gown.
“We’ll woo the media ahead of time so there’ll be a blitz that hits airwaves around the wor—”
“Ms. Hamilton.” He cut in on her.
Her body broke out in a cold sweat. He didn’t like it. Afraid to look at him, she said, “Yes?”
“What you’ve put together here is nothing short of sheer genius. In fact I’m having difficulty assimilating everything all at once.”
Alex had been ready to pass out from disappointment. She still felt light-headed, except that now it was for an entirely different reason.
“Unfortunately none of this can happen without hotel space,” he muttered. “Every place of lodging in Macedonia and Thrace should have been notified months ago in order to carry out such a fantastic plan.”
“They were.”
His dark head reared back in stunned surprise.
“In Athens and the surrounding regions, too. I also notified the head of all the businesses involved, the restaurants, the universities, the musicians’ network, the transport services, port authorities, police, so they would set aside the time and plan ahead how to accommodate the huge crowds.
“I assume this is what it’s like mobilizing for war, except that in this case everyone will enjoy the spoils of victory.”
“Lord,” she heard him whisper.
“It’s a good thing we’re talking about this tonight,” she informed him. “The day after tomorrow is the final date for me to confirm or cancel everything without penalty.
“I’ve been waiting to discuss the fair with you until you’d recovered from Mrs. Landau’s passing. She was extremely fond of you, too. It should please you to know that every contact person has assured me they wouldn’t have held on this long for anyone but Dimitrios Pandakis. It’s an honor to work for you.” She had a struggle at the last to keep the emotion out of her voice.
In an unconscious gesture he raked his hands through the luxuriant black hair she longed to touch. “Here I was beginning to think you were perfect, Ms. Hamilton. Now I can see you’re not above bribery to get what you want. For that flaw, you’ve won yourself a full evening of work that could take us well into the night.”
With those words he’d just given her the first taste of her heart’s desire.
“While you arrange to have our dinner sent up, I’ll cancel my plans to attend the symphony and we’ll start again. I want to hear this from the beginning.
“Slowly this time. Detail by detail until I’ve picked that brilliant brain of yours. I can see I’ve also underestimated the value of your American university education. Did you study any languages?”
“My degree specialized in classical European history, so there were several classes I had to take in Latin and Greek.”
“You speak and understand Greek?” He sounded incredulous.
“No. But since I came to work for your company I’ve been trying to do both with the help of a tutor.”
“Who?”
“A graduate student from Athens who lives in my apartment building. He trades me lessons for meals.”
“You cook, too?”
“Yanni’s not particular.”
Alex couldn’t remember Dimitrios ever smiling at her before now. What a gorgeous man he was.
“When you call downstairs, tell the kitchen to send a gallon of coffee with the food.”
“Which brand of decaffeinated do you prefer?”
He lifted a sardonic brow. “Forget everything you learned from Mrs. Landau.”
“You don’t really mean that. I happen to know she had your very best interest at heart.”
Once more his black eyes flashed fire. “You happen to know a lot more than I thought possible.”
I sincerely hope so. Otherwise how will I ever become unforgettable to you?
More tears dripped down Alex’s face as she remembered that evening with him. He’d loved her idea and had let her run with it. But nothing else had changed in the intervening months. Nothing personal.
Her mother was right about him not being normal. Even Alex knew it was time to give up. The trade fair would have to be her swan song.
Unless she died of pain first…
Dimitrios left his New York office with the morning newspaper under his arm and rode the elevator to the parking garage level of the building.
“Ms. Hamilton hasn’t arrived yet?” he asked his driver who was waiting for them with the limo.
“I haven’t seen her, Mr. Pandakis.”
He checked his watch. No crime had been committed because it was a only few minutes past eight. It surprised him because she was the most punctual person he’d ever met.
At the end of work yesterday he’d told her he would drop by her apartment on the way to the airport to pick her up. To his surprise she’d said it wouldn’t be necessary because she’d be coming by the office early to take care of some last-minute business.
“Mr. Pandakis?”
Dimitrios turned in time to see one of the parking attendants approach him.
“Your secretary just called. She said she was running late and her friend would drive her straight to the airport.”
He blinked. No doubt Ms. Hamilton had many friends, but the only one he’d ever heard about was Yanni. A compatriot.
Besides cooking him meals in exchange for language lessons, was she his pillow friend? It might explain why she’d chosen not to call Dimitrios on her cell phone to tell him about the change in plans. Particularly not if her tutor were lying next to her having a hard time saying goodbye.
The idea that Ms. Hamilton might have a love life made her more of an enigma than ever because she’d never let it interfere with her work. For quite some time he’d been aware that she wasn’t like most women. That’s why she’d become so valuable to him.
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