She looked up at his eager face. This was her husband and if she wanted to keep her
marriage, she would have to live where he lived. And how lovely it would be if it did
work out. He would be the old Larry again. The charming, amusing, wonderful man she
had married. She had to give it a chance.
“Of course I’m with you,” Catherine said. “Why don’t you fly over and see Demiris?
If the job works out, then I’ll come over and join you.”
He smiled, that charming, boyish grin. “I knew I could count on you, baby.” He put
his arms around her and held her close. “You’d better take off that nightgown,” Larry said,
“or I’m going to poke holes in it.”
But as Catherine slowly took it off, she was thinking about how she was going to tell
Bill Fraser.
Early the next morning Larry flew to Athens to meet Constantin Demiris.
During the next few days Catherine heard nothing from her husband. As the week
dragged by, she found herself hoping that things had not worked out in Greece and that
Larry would be coming home. Even if he got the position with Demiris, there was no way
of telling how long it would last. Surely he could find a job in the United States.
Six days after Larry had left, Catherine received an overseas phone call.
“Catherine?”
“Hello, darling.”
“Get packed. You’re talking to Constantin Demiris’ new personal pilot.”
Ten days later, Catherine was on her way to Greece.