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breath. “If you need help of any kind, I’m only as far away as the phone.”
    “You think I don’t know that?” She walked him to the door. “I’m sure we’ll see each other again. Hopefully by then Yiannis will have a good word for me.”
    As Vasso had predicted to Akis, she already had Yiannis eating out of her hand.
    “Stay safe, Zoe.”
    “You, too.”
    He heard the slight wobble in her voice. It stayed with him as he left the apartment, taking with him the haunting image of her blond hair and sparkling eyes, not to mention the white-on-navy print dress that clung to her figure.
    Once he reached the car, he took off for his villa. But he was too upset by emotions churning inside him to stay on the island till morning. If he did that, he’d be tempted to drop by the apartment with some excuse to see her again. Instead he alerted the pilot that he was ready to fly back to Athens.
    After the helicopter touched down at the penthouse, he checked any messages his private secretary might have left. Apparently Akis had dealt with everything important. Grabbing a cup of coffee, he went back to his office to dig into the inventories still left to get through. But first he texted his brother.
    I’m back in the office working. Zoe Zachos is living in the apartment above Kyria Panos’s shop. All is well with Yiannis.
    Not two minutes later his brother phoned him back. “Have you contacted Maris?”
    “Yes.”
    “That’s good. She phoned several times yesterday wanting to know about you.”
    “Sorry.”
    “I get it. So how are things with her?”
    “I broke it off with her last night.”
    “I guess that doesn’t surprise me. Whatever happened to ‘slow down’?”
    Vasso let out a morose laugh. “Look where it got
you
.”

CHAPTER FIVE
    August 26
    A LREADY IT WAS F RIDAY . Five days without seeing Vasso felt like five years. In the time they’d been together, they’d confided in each other about the very personal things in their lives. He knew information about her she hadn’t shared with anyone else. Zoe loved being with him. She ached for his company. He brought excitement into her life.
    But she’d better get used to separations because the foundation was only a small part of the huge company he ran with his brother. And the more she heard about their generosity, the greater her need grew to do all she could to help in such a humanitarian effort.
    Over the last five days Zoe had been able to introduce herself to every inmate except the twenty-four-year-old guy from Athens named Nestor. The resident therapist was worried about him. He’d been undergoing chemo in the infusion clinic and was in a depressed state, refusing to talk to anyone.
    The therapist told her Nestor had been a receptionist at a hotel that went bankrupt. He couldn’t find a job and after a few months became homeless. Two months later, he was diagnosed with lymphoma. He usually lived on the steps of a Greek Orthodox Church but spent a lot of time under the nearby bridge with his other homeless friends.
    This was the case of another kind priest who got in contact with the center on Paxos and arrangements had been made to get him admitted. Zoe found out that the helicopters owned by the Giannopoulos brothers helped transport patients like Nestor from all over Greece when there was no other solution.
    Through Yiannis she learned more about Vasso and Akis. Born to poverty, they’d built a billion-dollar business in such a short period of time it stunned the Greek financial world. That was why the media was always in their face. It explained why Vasso made his home here on Paxos. Evidently his younger brother lived on the nearby island of Anti Paxos.
    Just thinking about Vasso caused her breath to catch.
    Already she was finding out that the homeless patients were afraid there’d be nothing for them to look forward to once they had to leave the center. That was an area needing to be addressed. Zoe had known the kind of depression that