'I love Greece… well, I've only been there once but it was really beautiful.' When her companion failed to grab that conversational opener, Hope added, 'You're used to lighting fires, aren't you?'

'No, as it happens,' Andreas remarked, dry as dust. 'But I don't need to be the equivalent of a rocket scientist to create a blaze.'

Hope reddened. 'I'm talking too much.'

Andreas told himself that he was glad that she had taken the hint. Yet when he looked up and saw the stoic look of accepting hurt in her face, he felt as though someone had kicked him hard in the stomach. When had he become so rude and insensitive?

'No. I'm a man of few words and you're good company,' he assured her. She gave him a huge surprised smile and, blushing like a schoolgirl, she threaded her hands inside the sleeves of his over-large coat and shuffled her feet. 'Honestly?'

'Honestly,' Andreas murmured, taken aback by her response to the mildest of compliments and involuntarily touched.

He coaxed the fire into slow life. She was so cold she was shivering without even being aware of it. As the fire crackled he sprang up to his full height of six feet four and approached her. 'There's a hip flask in the left pocket of my coat.'

Hope reached in and lifted it out. 'Take a drink before you freeze.' 'I'm not used to it…I couldn't-'

Andreas groaned out loud. Taking the flask from her, he opened it. 'Be sensible.'

Hope sipped and then grew bolder. When the alcohol raced like a leaping flame down her throat she choked, coughing and spluttering.

Closing the flask for her, Andreas surveyed her and rueful amusement tilted his wide, sensual mouth. 'You weren't joking when you said you weren't used to it.'

Hope sucked in a jerky breath and wrapped her arms round herself. 'I didn't know I could feel this cold,' she confided in a rush.