CHAPTER 11

          Cheryl sat in her wide leather seat on Nikolas’s jet, gazing out of the window at the landscape far, far below. She was so relieved and happy... In her head, she could still hear Nikolas’s voice on the yacht, sounding almost curt. It had filled her with such dread.

          ‘Baby, there’s been a change of plan.’

          Even as she’d heard the words, she had felt her heart stop beating. ‘This is it,’ Cheryl thought. ‘He is sending me away. Everything’s over…’ But it hadn’t been that at all. Instead, the change of plan had consisted not of sailing across the Tyrrhenian Sea to Sardinia, as Nikolas had originally told her, but flying to Paxos, a Greek Island.

“It’s only for a couple of nights, Cher,