“You’re telling me. And now, we’ve gotta switch to Greek.” Aubrey grinned devilishly. “I can’t wait to bust out some of the ancient Greek I learned in college.”

  “That seems like it might be useful only if we find a time machine.” Elena elbowed her friend. “Okay, where we going now? Someplace to hang until we head to the port?”

  “Sounds like a good idea.” Aubrey reached into the pocket of her small cross-body purse. “I wrote down the name of this popular café where we can go get coffee and use the internet and stuff. Let me find it.”

  While Aubrey hunted in her purse, people ebbed and flowed on the streets, sometimes jostling or knocking into them, their large backpacks making them even more of a roadblock. After enough brusque pushing and grumbling from passers-by, Elena grabbed her friend's hand. “Let’s just start walking.”

  Aubrey continued to hunt for the scrap of paper as they moved down the sidewalk, the clatter of Arabic vowels swirling in the conversations around them. After about a block, Elena spotted a closed-in patio area, along with vining greenery and a decorative sign. Though she couldn’t read it, she had high hopes it was a café.

  “Let’s stop here and get our bearings,” Elena suggested. As they neared, she spotted the tell-tale white wi-fi sticker on the front window. “It even has internet.”

  Aubrey nodded. “Great. I could use a mid-morning snack. Sort of like a reward for checking out of the hotel on time.”

  Elena giggled. “Just like we reward ourselves for waking up on time, or successfully hailing a cab, or sometimes just existing in the vicinity of a savory treat.”

  “Exactly.” Aubrey grinned, pushing open the small wrought iron gate separating the busy sidewalk from the shrouded patio. Flowers and coiling vines lined the small open-air space, and an intoxicating scent hung in the air. Soft music pulsed from speakers by the door; through the front door, a warm and inviting café gave off a welcoming vibe. Exactly the sort of trendy gem they liked to find on the road.

  Elena glanced around for the best table for chatting and people watching. A man sat in the corner of the patio, leaning back into his chair, one ankle crossed over his knee as he studied his phone. Elena felt something sizzle inside her, like the soldering of wax to a surface at high heat. The man was riveting. Gorgeous, with a square, rugged jaw and dark, thick hair. His clothing suggested wealth—crisp, perfectly tailored slacks and a button-up shirt made from material that looked almost shiny. Silk, maybe?

  The bare shadow of stubble on his jaw caught in a ray of light breaking through the latticed patio awning. Her breath caught in her throat—God, it would be so nice to sketch this man. It would be nicer to get him to take his clothes off and maybe put those pouty, expressive lips all over her body…but drawing would suffice.

  The man pocketed his phone suddenly, jerking his gaze up. His eyes landed on her, scorching through her, and she froze as Aubrey pulled open the door, holding it for her. Elena gulped, unsure whether the look on the man’s face was one of offense or confusion or something else. It was never fun to discover someone staring at you. But this guy has to know how damn hot he is…

  The guy smiled briefly. And then he winked.

  Elena’s cheeks heated up, and she lurched into motion when Aubrey cleared her throat. Her friend wore a mock look of annoyance. “Little distracted, are we?”

  The door swung shut behind her, and they were in a new world suddenly—the cacophony of a café, the wafting aromas of coffee and pastries, the pleasant hum of chatter and business meetings.

  “He would be a great model,” Elena said finally, stumbling behind Aubrey as they made their way to the line. “Very good…profile.”

  “He’d be a great lay,” Aubrey clarified, eyes on the menu board behind the cash register. “Do you want anything? Maybe we can just get the wireless password for now.”

  “You need to buy something to get the wireless password,” the register employee said in a thick accent.

  Aubrey nodded, grimacing. “In that case, I’ll have an almond croissant. You want anything?”

  Elena shook her head, and the employee rang up the purchase. Aubrey dove back into her purse, scrounging for the cash. The front door of the café opened, and in sauntered the rugged man from outside. Hands in his pockets, his gait the exact definition of measured cool, Elena’s neck heated up the closer he got. His eyes were on her, too. Like a tractor beam.

  Elena swallowed hard, painfully aware of the man standing behind her, maybe only millimeters away. Was that his breath on her neck? She glanced behind her—the man was standing a totally normal distance away, definitely not within neck-breathing territory—and then jerked her gaze back toward Aubrey.

  “Do you have any extra pounds?” Aubrey turned to her, face creased with confusion. “I can’t find my cash—I’m freaking out.”

  “Shit.” Elena rummaged through her own purse, pausing when the man behind spoke up in a smooth baritone. A long stream of Arabic flowed out of his mouth, the employee behind the register nodding and saying something in return. Elena and Aubrey shared wide eyes.

  “He’s buying your food,” the employee said then, pointing behind them.

  Elena’s heart raced and she turned to face him again. His dark eyes were waiting for her, a knowing smile on his face.

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