She stalked through the courtyards of the taverna, heels clicking angrily to the angular swing of her hips as she rounded the corner and came across the very man she wanted to see. Forget the sun and sea, she'd come all this way to give him a piece of her mind and she was in luck. For her unwitting prey, Sam Carmichael was standing right there. Never turn your back on an enemy, she mused as she hailed him ungraciously.
'So you are here, you fool.'
Sam couldn't believe his ears. Spoiling the blinding sunshine and that beautiful blue sea was the voice of the devil, or how he'd come to think of her. Surely it was in his imagination? Even so, he had a sinking feeling it wasn't. And this spelled doom.
She saw his back stiffen and his head go up. She'd got him on guard now. She smirked as she placed her sunglasses on her head and waited. He slowly turned around, a look of confusion and terror on his face. She hadn't reckoned on having such an effect on him. She'd known him for 25 years, more than half of their lifetime and he still managed to surprise her.
'Lorraine! What are you doing here?'
'Surprise.'
