Page 44 of Her Greek Protector

Chapter 13

Aimee snuck back up the balcony stairs, a smile on her lips. A solution to her most pressing problem was right within her grasp.

She passed the bench where she’d helped Alexi with his headache the first time. It was now cloaked in shadow. A throat cleared. “Feeling better?”

Aimee gasped and spun around, clutching her throat with one hand and her camera with the other. “Alexi! What are you doing out here?”

He came to stand before her. “I think that’s my question. Your headache is gone?”

Aimee’s eyes slid away from his. “Yes. I just went to get some fresh air.”

“With your camera?” Alexi lifted her hand holding the device and raised an eyebrow.

Aimee pulled her hand away. “I take my camera with me most of the time these days.”

“Why did you really leave the dinner table?” Alexi stepped closer to her.

“I wasn’t feeling well. I told you.”

“You were lying. No one gets over a headache that fast.”

Aimee moved back a step. As Alexi matched her step for step, her nervousness increased. She found herself backed against the cool stone of the building and put one hand up to ward him off. “My head was hurting and now it’s not. I’m going to bed.”

Alexi reached for her shoulders. “Good idea. Your room or mine?”

Aimee shoved him away. “Neither! I told you, that was a one-time thing.”

“It doesn’t have to be. I like you Aimee, and we are good together. Besides, you did say you needed to talk to me. Now seems like the perfect time.”

Aimee took a calming breath and then moved away from him. “I got a response back from my friend in D.C. about the email address. He managed to trace the IP address to an address here. In Thessaloniki.”

“What? The emails are coming from right here?”

“At least the most recent ones. He said he could go back to the beginning and probably track those addresses down as well, but it probably wouldn’t do you any good now.”

“No, just the most recent location works. Can I see that email?”

“Sure.” Aimee led the way towards her rooms, feeling Alexi following close behind her. She turned her laptop on and showed Alexi the address, shocked when he cursed violently after reading it.

“What is it? Do you recognize that address?” Alexi didn’t respond, pacing her room, his hands clenched tightly. “Alexi?”

He stopped and looked at her just as his cell phone rang. He answered it, keeping his eyes on hers. “Talk.” Aimee could feel the anger building in him as he stared at her.

She moved back a step.

Alexi spoke a few terse sentences into the phone and ended the call. He didn’t take his eyes off her.

“Who was that?”

“Who did you meet down at the gate?” he demanded.

The gate?“What? What are you talking about?”

“Minutes ago, the guard caught you talking to one of those reporters. I want to know what you told him.”

Aimee was now furious. “I don’t have to tell you who I was talking to. I’d like you to leave. Now.” She crossed her arms over her chest, her anger at his high-handed demands barely containable.

Alexi reached for her shoulders. “I’m not leaving until you tell me what you’ve done. Who was that man and how long have you been feeding him information about us?”