Free Lovers Never Lie by Gael Morrison

then carefully re-wrapped the package. He doused the light, not wanting to see his face in the mirror, or see reflected back at him his own certainty of Stacia's involvement.
    He replaced the package in her bag then leaned his forehead for a moment against the cool metal of the cupboard door. He had promised himself to see this through to the end, and for Nancy's sake, he would, but it suddenly seemed the most difficult task in the world.
    * * *
    Someone had drawn the curtains. Stacia's brow creased as she stared at the offending lengths of crisp lace. They'd been open last night. The last view she remembered was the pillars of the Parthenon glowing in the distance vibrantly lit by moonlight.
    Andrew. She moaned, and pressed her eyes shut. Last night she'd come near to making the biggest mistake of her life, by allowing herself to forget who she was with and why. Andrew's hard lips and slow hands made her want to forget. Hands that warmed, then burned, then drove her to desire what she couldn't have. Hands compelling her to forget what she needed to remember.
    She propped herself up and twitched the curtains open. The sun swept in, stinging eyes already burning from lack of sleep. But it was perfect weather for a tourist and as soon as she got rid of the package that was what she intended to be.
    Scraping her hair back from her face, she flung the covers off her legs. She'd have a shower, get dressed, and be out of this room before Andrew returned from wherever he had gone. The restaurant? The lobby? She didn't know and didn't care. Then she glanced to her right and her breath fled her lungs.
    One of Andrew's long legs dangled over the arm of the sofa, while the other was bent at the knee and flopped over the side. The blanket he'd thrown over himself wasn't made to cover a man his size. It began at mid-chest and ended at his knees.
    She had tried to convince herself the desire she'd felt the night before had only been a dream, but this was no dream. Her heart pounded, her pulse hammered, and her blood raged through her veins.
    A tap sounded at the door. Stacia jumped, and snatched on her dressing gown, hurrying to answer before whoever it was knocked a second time.
    "A letter for Roberts," the porter said, when she opened the door a crack and peeped through.
    "That's me," Stacia whispered.
    The young man handed her a stiff white envelope, then waited with an expectant expression on his face.
    "I'm sorry," she stammered, miserably aware of her empty wallet. "I don't have anything for you. I... I haven't been to the bank yet."
    "No matter, madam," the porter said graciously.
    Stacia eased the door shut. Her name was the only writing showing on the outside of the envelope. Unless the police had found her purse, no doubt empty of money and tickets, the letter had to be from Andropolous. She stuck her finger beneath the flap and ripped it open along the top. A single piece of note paper was tucked inside.
    Dear Miss Roberts,
    I apologize for being unable to meet you at the restaurant. Business necessitated that I leave for Crete immediately. Meet me in Agios Nikolaos on Tuesday. I will contact you at the Hotel Minos.
    Andropolous
    Agios Nikolaos! It would cost money to get there and she had none.
    "Who was at the door?"
    Stacia twisted around, jerking the note behind her back. A wide awake, standing-at-alert Andrew, faced her.
    "No one," she said.
    He stared at her in disbelief.
    Heat spread across her face. She tugged at the belt of her dressing gown, attempting to tighten it, succeeding only in pulling her wrap off center.
    "Just the porter," she added. With any luck, Andrew would let it go at that.
    Beneath his tousled hair, Andrew's eyes narrowed. "What did he want?"
    "Someone else." She crossed her fingers behind her back. She was getting good at this lying thing.
    Andrew took a step closer.
    It took all her determination to keep from retreating.
    "This hotel is too expensive," she said. "We should check out." Her father had