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killed a German officer. The Nazis had
a swift reprisal policy, so they grabbed the first adult male to step off a
local bus. They pulled him aside and shot him dead right on the street in
public retaliation intended to terrorize and turn the locals against the
resistance. That man, who at nineteen was really still a boy, was Yiayia ’s
brother George.”
    Placing her hand on his knee, Zoë leaned toward him and
peered into his eyes. “Those soldiers were killers, Sean. Did you ever
summarily execute someone?”
    “Jesus, no, of course not.”
    She nodded and leaned back. “Of course not.”
    “But,” he said, although he wasn’t sure how he was going to
finish his thought. She didn’t give him a chance.
    “No buts. I don’t want to hear any more talk of what a bad
man you are. I know you’re a good man. I wish you’d share with me, but if
you’re not ready to do that, then why don’t I help you get back to sleep.” Her
gaze strayed down to his lap and the erection adrenaline had given him. She
licked her lips.
    The sight increased the flow of blood to his cock. It pulsed
in enthusiastic agreement with her unspoken plan. It didn’t want to leave and
honestly, neither did he. He smiled—what else could he do—and shook his head.
“Thanks, but I would really appreciate it if I could make love to you instead.”
So saying, he pulled her to him, yanked off her t-shirt and tumbled her onto
her back.
    He lay down beside her and took her mouth in a deep kiss.
Her body melted almost instantly in his embrace. He took his time exploring her
with his tongue and hands. With long caresses of her breasts and belly, he
brought her passion up. When her body writhed beneath his touch, he stoked her
higher by rubbing her clit with the palm of his hand while plunging his thumb
into her wet pussy. And when she shuddered in climax, he slipped his cock
inside her welcoming body and thrust them both into relief.
    No more nightmares plagued him that night.

Chapter Six
     
    Sean felt the pricking sense of being watched that had
developed from endless days of patrolling a war zone. He spun around and found
a middle-aged man standing in the doorway of the dishwashing room. Sharply
dressed and groomed, the guy looked out of place in the diner itself, let alone
a steamy room piled with dirty dishes. He held an empty plate with cutlery on
it and sauntered in to deftly add them to a load of dishes Sean was readying
for cleaning.
    Nonplussed, Sean turned off the water. “Um, thank you, sir,
but we don’t actually expect customers to bus their own tables here.”
    The older man laughed, displaying a perfect row of gleaming
white teeth. They were a startling contrast to his olive skin and dark hair.
The guy was too slick by half. “I’m not a customer; I’m family. Peter
Polanarkis.” He offered his hand. “I’m Zoë’s ex,” he added with a grin.
    Warning bells sounded in Sean’s head as the import of the
pronouncement sank in. Drying his hand on a towel, he clasped the other guy’s
for a brief shake. He registered soft skin but with firmness behind it. It was
hard to reconcile the down-to-earth Zoë with this man. He practically screamed
fitness centers, hair salons and manscaping. “Sean Conroy,” he replied
awkwardly.
    Polanarkis laughed again. “Yeah, I know. I had lunch here
specifically to get a look at you.” When Sean raised his eyebrows in question,
the guy continued, “I kept hearing about Zoë’s boy toy so I couldn’t resist.”
    Wonderful. Awkward didn’t even begin to describe the bizarre
encounter. It made Sean uncomfortable to know people were talking about him and
Zoë. Not that it mattered for his sake, but he worried about gossip making her
feel bad. She didn’t deserve scorn in her community for dating him. Maybe he
would ask her about it later. In the meantime, he had zero interest in
entertaining her ex. “Okay, you’ve had your look. Now if you’ll excuse me, I
have work to do.” He turned