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were entirely different.
    He must have read her mind, or maybe she had allowed her concern to show in the depths of her eyes this time. In any case, his smile turned into an open laugh. A victory laugh.
    "You're right. It's sinfully spectacular, and the party guests are going to love looking at every inch of you."
    Simon hadn't been gone five minutes when Melita appeared at Eva's door. She slipped into her short white silk robe and greeted Simon's sister with a smile. Melita had long black hair, olive skin, and deep-set rich chocolate eyes that resembled those of an exotic cat. She was average in height, slight in weight, and definitely of Greek descent. She was a natural beauty, with a non-threatening smile, and no ulterior motive that Eva could see.
    There were no similarities between Simon and Melita, not in appearance, and not in mannerisms. She had often thought they couldn't possibly be brother and sister, but then she had no way to prove that they weren't. She knew nothing about their parents.
    "Will you be all right if I go with Simon? He has an appointment to keep. I'll lunch with him on board the Ventura and catch up, then after I drop him off, Nemo will bring me straight back to Lesvago."
    "There's no hurry. It's a beautiful day for a boat ride."
    "You could join us."
    "No. I'm still tired."
    "But the headache is gone?"
    "Yes."
    "If you need anything while I'm —"
    "I won't."
    "If you get hungry there's fruit in the kitchen. If you want something more, cook will—"
    "I'll be fine."
    Melita touched Eva's arm. "It's so good to have you here again. I've missed you, and I love having another woman to talk to. We'll go out to dinner and go dancing one night soon. On my way out, I'll tell cook to bring you ena kafe."
    "Thank you. Did Simon mention where his birthday party would be held?" she asked hoping he had shared the information with his sister.
    "No, not yet. He says he's going to keep it a secret to the end this time. But I'll work on him. Some days he's like a child and can't keep a secret." Melita's smile faded. "The headache's aren't serious, are they? I don't remember you having them last year."
    "They're not serious, just inconvenient." When Melita still looked worried, Eva added, "There's nothing to worry about, really."
    From what Dr. Fielding had told her the migraines were caused by memory rejuvenation, which had occurred during the first hypnosis session. It was odd how the brain stored images and old data. How it protected you against certain painful memories you weren't strong enough to deal with.
    But she was strong enough now. That's why she was remembering.
    Maybe she should thank her father for that. Or Simon. She would never have searched out Dr. Fielding if she hadn't been strong enough to accept the truth. That's why she'd agreed to the hypnosis, and why she wasn't going to let the migraines stop her from remembering.
    "I'm off, before Simon's mood turns sour. He's as fanatical about keeping on schedule as he is about the brim size on his hats."
    They shared a laugh. Simon never ran late for anything, or left the house without a two-inch brim shielding his porcelain complexion. "Enjoy your day with your brother, Melita. If you return late, and my light's out, I'll see you tomorrow."
    "Tomorrow then."
    Eva walked Melita out, lingering on the terrace when the white pristine trideck yacht left the dock. Simon would expect that. She waved, and after he waved back from the upper deck, he wrapped his arm around Melita.
    Eva sought out Nemo in the pilothouse. Before he turned the hundred-foot yacht out to sea, he blew her a kiss.
    The guard's smile was oddly comforting. He was just one of many stocky, dark-haired guards in Simon's employment, but he had been there since her first trip to Greece three years ago.
    When the yacht was out of sight, Eva turned back and disappeared inside the white stucco mansion. Lesvago was smooth in line and design like most of the Byzantine houses in Greece . But the