The Millionaire's True Worth

“Yes. Mikos and I were both here. How did you know?”

“That’s not important. Tell me what happened.”

Akis listened as his employee recounted the same story the exciting woman had told him last night. “Did she threaten to sue?”

“No. She claimed it was her fault.”

“Did you fill out an incident report?”

“Yes. It’s on the desk in the back room. I told the ambulance attendant the store would be responsible for the bill.”

“You did exactly the right thing. Thank you.”

Akis walked behind the counter and entered the small room, anxious to see what was written. He reached in the Out basket and found the injury report.

June 3, 1:45 p.m.

Ginger Moss: American, age 26

Athens address: The Diethnes Hotel.

Customer fell on wet floor after purchasing some headache medicine. She limped in pain. I called an ambulance. She was taken to St. Michael’s Hospital. Signed: Galen.

Ginger... He liked the name very much. He liked everything about her too much. She’d caused him a restless night despite the fact that the whole wedding day had been exhausting. Ginger Moss had that effect on a man.

Akis had felt her magic and couldn’t throw it off. Now that he was armed with her name, he planned to seek her out so he could get to know her better. Since he didn’t know her agenda, he had no idea how long she’d be in Athens. The only way to find out was to head over to her hotel.

Galen poked his head in the door. “Is everything all right, boss?”

“You two are doing a fine job.”

“Thanks. About that American woman who slipped and fell?”

Akis turned his head to look at his employee. “Yes?”

“Mikos had just mopped the floor before she came in. We did have the caution sign set out on the floor.”

“Good.” He nodded to his two employees and went back out to the limo. “I’ll walk to the Diethnes from here,” he told the driver. “Follow me and wait in front until you hear from me again.”

A few minutes later he entered the hotel lobby and told the concierge he’d like to speak to one of their guests named Ginger Moss. The other man shook his head. “We don’t have a tourist staying here with that name.”

Akis unconsciously ran a hand through his hair in surprise. “You’re sure? Maybe if I explain that the woman I’m looking for was using crutches when I dropped her off here last night.”

“Ah... The one with hair the color of a Titian painting and a figure like the statue in the museum. You know—the one of the goddess Aphrodite carrying a pitcher?”

Yes—that was the precise one Akis had envisioned himself.

He thought back to last night. She’d been elusive about everything. What kind of a game was she playing? He closed his eyes tightly for a moment, remembering her comment about him resembling a Greek god. Touché.

“Would you ring her room and tell her the man who helped her home last night is in the lobby and wishes to talk to her?”

His shoulders hunched. “I can’t. She checked out an hour ago.”

“You mean permanently?” he barked the question.

“Of course.”

“Did she leave a forwarding address?”

“No. I’m sorry.”

“Did she go by taxi?”

“I don’t know. I was busy at the desk.”

“What name did she register under?”

“Unless you have a judge’s warrant, I can’t tell you.”

Trying to tamp down his frustration, he thanked the man and hurried outside to the limo where his driver was waiting.

“Shall I take you to the office?

“Not yet. I have a phone call to make first.” Akis climbed in the back and phoned Theo’s parents. He reached his friend’s mother. After chatting for a moment about the perfect wedding, she mentioned Althea and her disappointment that Akis had needed to leave the reception so soon. Akis reminded her that something pressing in business had come up. Then he got to the point.

“Did you invite an American woman named Ginger Moss to the wedding reception?”

“Moss? No,” she claimed after reflection. “That’s an unusual name, and it certainly wasn’t on our list or I would have remembered. Why?”

So that was the reason why Theo hadn’t arranged for her to stay at the Grand Bretagne. “I’m trying to find her.”

After a silence, “Is she the person who caused you to walk away from Althea so fast last night?”

Akis didn’t mind her teasing insinuation. Theo’s parents were like a second family to him. For the last year both of them had kept reminding him it was time he got married, too. “No. As I was leaving the ballroom, I ran into the woman who was on crutches and needed help out to a taxi.”

“Hmm. Why don’t you check with Chloe’s parents? They must have invited her. If they haven’t heard of her, either, maybe she was a friend of Chloe’s or Theo’s. Perhaps they invited her too late to receive an invitation.”

“Maybe,” he muttered. “She hadn’t been at the church or I would have remembered,” he said quietly. “Thanks. We’ll all have to get together after they get back from their honeymoon.”

“Wonderful, but don’t you dare be a stranger while they’re away!”

“I won’t,” Akis promised, but his mind was on the woman he’d asked to dance last night. He could have sworn there’d been feelings between them. Sparks. Some nuance of chemistry that had happened immediately while they were on the sidewalk and wouldn’t leave him alone. Yet she’d run off this morning.

No matter what, he intended to find her. It bothered him that she’d given him the slip when she knew he wanted to get to know her better. Maybe it was his pride that made him want to prove she had feelings for him, too. One thing was certain. He wasn’t going to let her disappear on him.

Without wasting another moment, he phoned Chloe’s house. The housekeeper said she’d put through the call to Chloe’s father because Kyria Milonis was occupied.

The more Akis thought about it, the more he decided this woman had to be a friend of Chloe’s. Otherwise Theo would have talked about her long before now. He wouldn’t have been able to help himself because even if he was head over heels in love with Chloe, this Ginger, or whoever she was, stood out from the rest.