The Santorini quayside was chaos. Megan wondered again if she should have come on this cruise alone after her friend cancelled at the last minute.
She spotted Chris, one of her dining companions at their table for six. He gave a panicky yelp, as an elderly Greek man walked past leading a donkey which nearly stood on his toes.
At first, she’d found Chris quiet, even stand-offish. But last night, he’d noticed her face drain of colour
