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Chapter 1


Sal peered into the bathroom mirror and patted some more powder foundation onto her nose and cheeks to cover up the sprinkling of freckles there that always frustrated her so much. She put down the powder puff and picked up her mascara, applying a thick coating of the makeup, which made her lashes look longer and her eyes more piercing. She had always considered her eyes to be one of her most appealing features. They were such an unusual shade. Although they were predominantly dark blue, flashes of green could be seen in them at times, depending on her mood. She stood back to assess the results of her labour.

โ€œSally Fitzroy-Smith, airport supervisor on the sunny island of Crete, almost ready for duty,โ€ she said to her reflection. She turned to glance out of the window briefly and then shrugged, swinging her head back to the mirror. โ€œSunny day, nothing different there, would love to go to the beach right now but alas, needed at airport shortly for touristic commitments. Time,โ€ she looked at her watch, โ€œtwelve fifteen, day...oh hell! Twelve fifteen! Iโ€™m late!โ€ She grabbed her brush from off the sink and dashed for the door, pausing very briefly to shout to the mirror, โ€œStill waiting for my Mr Mind-Shattering man by the way!โ€

In the bedroom, she threw on her airport clothes as quickly as she possibly could and ran a brush through her shiny, auburn hair. When she had begun the summer season as airport supervisor that year she had decided to adopt a more classy, sophisticated look to fit the part, and she considered her new hair cut to be an addition to her transformation. She liked the fashionable, sexy bob that she now wore, and it suited her lively, outgoing personality. She quickly surveyed the finished results, her smart, figure hugging, navy blue skirt, pale green blouse, which accentuated the colour in her eyes, her high heeled stiletto shoes and the blue and green neck tie which she hated wearing, but which made her look the part all the same. Although her clothes, shoes and makeup all epitomized a classic airport staff member, her freckles, eyes and hair betrayed the true Sal. She was anything but run of the mill; Sal was different, fun, and often quirky, but most of all Sal was unique.

โ€œHmm, not bad,โ€ she said to herself, backing away from the mirror but pausing for thought before she left the room. โ€œHold on, you may be starting to look too much like one of them.โ€ She pointed a chastising finger at herself in the mirror. โ€œTonight you are putting on the most outrageously sexy little dress and going wild in town.โ€ Narrowing her eyes at her new, reserved looking reflection, she chuckled and stuck out her tongue to herself before grabbing her handbag and leaving for the airport.

Sal jumped into her bright yellow Cinquecento, which was parked outside her apartment, and turned the key in the ignition. The car shuddered for a moment and then fell silent.

โ€œOh no please, not now Bobby. Come on mate, work for me please!โ€ she begged, stroking the steering wheel for a while before starting up the car again.

There were a few heart stopping moments when she thought that it was going to refuse to start, before it hummed into life and she breathed a sigh of relief, pulling out into the road. She had spent what remained of her savings at the end of last summer to buy the car, but now that she had been promoted, she had contemplated on several occasions trading the car in for a more reliable model. Every time she thought about giving up her beloved Bobby however, she pictured it being mangled and squashed into a metal cube, and so the car had remained in her possession, and she had resigned herself to coaxing and cajoling it to start up every morning.

She turned onto the main highway, which ran alongside the east coast of the island to Heraklion airport, and put her foot to the floor. Reaching into her glovebox she pulled out a CD and slotted it into the CD player, turning the volume up full blast as she sped around the bends in the road which was cut into the mountainside. She made it to the outskirts of Heraklion in record time but was dismayed to find as she approached the airport that the road slowly became more and more congested, forcing her to slow the car down. She spent a frustrating ten minutes crawling towards the airport until eventually the road widened and split into several lanes, allowing more traffic to move past the busy town centre. At the last set of traffic lights before she could turn into the airport, Sal stopped, waiting for the lights to turn green and glancing out of the window at the car next to her. Her eyes immediately came into direct contact with a cheeky pair of chocolate ones as the man in the adjacent car grinned and winked at her. She did a double take and laughed, blowing him a kiss and speeding off suddenly when the lights changed.

โ€œSee ya later sexy Greek guy!โ€ she shouted out of the window as she passed him.

At the airport, she faced a buzz of activity by the outside desk as the reps crowded around Adam, the company manager who had been organizing the coaches and transfers of the guests since early that morning.

โ€œSal, thank God! Sort this lot out for me will you? I have to go now, I said Iโ€™d meet Fay and sheโ€™ll think Iโ€™ve forgotten her,โ€ a flustered Adam appealed to Sal.

โ€œNo problem, but I thought this lot would have left on the coaches before now, hasnโ€™t the Gatwick flight landed yet?โ€ she asked in confusion.

โ€œAfraid not, thereโ€™s a delay, but you can get more details from the handlerโ€™s office inside. Good luck,โ€ he said, leaving the situation in her capable hands.

Adam had been surprised at how quickly Sal had got to grips with the airport work, and when Fay had suggested that he promote her best friend to airport supervisor, he had decided to give it a go. Sal hadnโ€™t let him down, and it had given him more time to spend with the new love of his life, Fay.

Sal delegated work out to the reps that were standing around the desk and disappeared into the airport, heading for the office upstairs to find out more details about the delayed flight.

OXOXO

Nick Elliot stepped onto the runway into the blazing Cretan sunshine and gave a whoop of delight.

Back at last. He loved that place!

As he boarded the shuttle bus, he took out is mobile phone to send a message to Jen, his girlfriend back in London who was going to join him at the end of the week.

Iโ€™m here and itโ€™s the best feeling ever! You had better hurry up and get here or Iโ€™ll find someone else to enjoy the sunshine with!

He laughed light-heartedly but then hesitated after reading the message for a second time.

Oh damn, she was so bloody moody lately, heโ€™d better change that bit.

He looked down at his phone, wondering what to put instead.

To hell with it!

He deleted the whole message and decided to text her later.

Hanging onto the rail as the bus swerved around the bends of the runway, he wondered if Adam would give him another job that year. Yeah, he probably would. He wasnโ€™t half bad for a bloody executive, business owner type! He could see if he can tear him away from Fay for a bit to watch the football that night in The Wheelhouse. He could even make it into a guyโ€™s night outโ€ฆ yeah, he could do with a good night out. Well, even if Adam couldnโ€™t make it, Sal was always up for a fun night on the town. Bloody hell, sheโ€™d better still be there. He should have kept in touch with her really, itโ€™s just that...

Nick gave some thought as to why he hadnโ€™t contacted Sal over the winter that he had spent in London. If he was honest with himself, Sal had begun to linger in his thoughts a little too much for his liking at the end of the last season that he was on the island, and he had decided to put some distance between them, uncertain at the time if he would return to Crete at all. He had missed his life there however: the people he had met, his friends, and also, he had to admit it, Sal.

Finally Nick flashed his passport at the customs officer, retrieved his luggage, after a long, frustrating wait, and entered the busy airport building.

Right, he would see if he could hop on a transfer bus back to Agios Nikolaos. He really needed to sort out a motor bike rental as soon as he could too. He couldnโ€™t wait to hit the open roads on a bike again! He would need to get some money together first though. Perhaps heโ€™d see if he could get some transfer work while he was at the desks. The sooner he got work, the sooner he could get himself that bike.

He made his way outside to the transfer desks and scanned the line of booths for number eight, where he was hoping to see Adam. Unfortunately there was no sign of Adam though, but desk number eight was surprisingly busy and crowded with reps.

Bloody hell, Adam must be doing well that year. Heโ€™d taken on enough staff anyway!

At the desk, he asked one of the girls if she knew where the boss was. The girl looked at him with a horrified expression and stuttered and stammered before nervously admitting that it was her first day at work and pointing him in the direction of another rep.

Hell, youโ€™d have thought he had two heads or something the way she jumped and looked at him! Maybe he was losing his touch with women; he seemed to be scaring them off!

Tapping another rep on the shoulder, he asked once more for the boss. The girl looked him up and down with interest and smiled.

Ah, thatโ€™s better. He must still have what it takes!

โ€œSheโ€™s in the handlerโ€™s office upstairs inside,โ€ the girl informed him.

He turned and dragged his suitcase back into the terminal building, hauling it up a set of stairs just beside the electric sliding doors.

โ€˜She?โ€™ Adam must have employed a new supervisor, and a woman too! He could have waited to give Nick the job!

He left his suitcase outside the office door and peered into the room. His eyes widened at what he saw. A woman with her back to him, bending over the desk and jotting something down on a piece of paper. The tight skirt she was wearing clung invitingly to her figure and revealed a shapely pair of tanned legs beneath it.

Mmmm, he might just forgive Adam after all for employing her! Sexy lady!

His jaw dropped in shock however when the woman stood up and turned slightly to speak to a man sitting at the other end of the room.

โ€œSo, do you think it will be delayed any more than this now? Or has the plane left the UK already?โ€

โ€œSal?โ€ Nick said in amazement. โ€œIs that you?โ€

Sal swung around to

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