"Too bad you can't dream about your angel," Carlos said, his amber eyes twinkling. "I know her name."
Robby frowned as he pivoted to keep Carlos in view. He didn't recall mentioning Olivia by name. After meeting her the night before, he'd returned to the villa to investigate her on Roman's computer. She was employed by the FBI as a professional consultant and stationed in Kansas City. She'd earned a master's degree at the University of Texas. She was twenty-four and the oldest of three children. Her family resided in Houston, Texas, where her father worked as a geologist for an oil company.
Just as the sun neared the horizon, Robby had finished compiling all the information into one report. He'd clicked on Print, then stumbled off to his bedroom for his death-sleep.
Now, he narrowed his eyes. "Ye looked at my private papers."
"What do you expect me to do all day while you're playing dead?" Carlos feigned an attack, then jumped back, grinning. "I'm a good investigator, too, you know. So out of the goodness of my heart, I decided to help you."
"Hell, no. Stay out of my business."
Carlos shrugged with a nonchalant look. "Fine. I guess you don't want to hear what I learned today."
The bastard. Robby was contemplating how to get Carlos to talk when the wily were-panther suddenly pounced forward with a flying kick.
He dodged it just in time.
Carlos chuckled as he pranced backward in retreat. "Ooh, muchacho. That was close."
"Talk."
"Yes, sir. Lovely weather we've been having."
"About Olivia, ye bloody hellcat!"
Carlos laughed. "Well, if you insist." He crouched low as he circled Robby. "I went shopping for supplies around noon, and everyone in Grikos was talking about the beautiful American girl who's come to visit her old widowed grandmother."
So the four burly uncles were actually one frail old woman. Robby swiveled to keep up with Carlos. "Go on."
"The grandmother is Eleni Sotiris, and apparently she has some odd empathic abilities. The rumor is that Olivia shares the same gift."
Robby shrugged one shoulder. "I already know about that."
"Oh." Carlos gave him a sly look. "Then I guess you also know that the grandmother's looking for a nice Greek boy to marry Olivia."
Robby stiffened. The thought of Olivia marrying another man was...wrong. More than wrong. It was infuriating. Too late, he realized Carlos had made his move, and he leaped to the side. The kick that would have struck him in the chest landed on his arm.
Bugger. It smarted, but Robby would never admit it. He deserved the pain for letting Carlos distract him.
"One point for me," Carlos announced.
"Aye, though ye had to resort to trickery and lies."
"I'm telling the truth, muchacho. If you go to the taverna in Grikos, you'll find them laying bets on which guy will win Olivia's heart. So far, the leading contenders are Giorgios, Dimitrios, and Spiro."
Robby gulped. He was competing with three men? Men who could see Olivia during the day, who could court her while he lay useless in his death-sleep.
A surge of possessiveness grabbed hold of him. Dammit, he wanted her for himself. But what on earth did he have to offer her? Could he in clear conscience woo Olivia, knowing it could eventually be a death sentence for her?
Carlos spun and aimed a roundhouse kick at Robby's chest. With vampire speed, he seized Carlos's leg and hurled him through the air.
Carlos fell on his rump. "Umph."
Robby cocked an eyebrow. "I thought cats always landed on their feet."
Carlos snorted, then rolled onto his back and leaped forward into a standing position. "One point for you, Big Red."
"What do ye know of the three men?" Robby moved forward, forcing the were-panther to retreat toward the reflection pool.