Her father gave a little laugh. “No, no, sorry, my dear. That is your work now, not mine.”
Yiannis wasn’t certain he’d handled that situation correctly, but at least now they both knew where they stood. He wondered if she were hiding her disappointment behind this suddenly intense discussion of archaeology with her father, or if that was just his own wishful thinking.
Dinner ended early with Thalia’s father eager to get back to his work. For a moment, she thought that Yiannis would be willing to resume their interrupted conversation from earlier, but he, too, excused himself to go and finish the sketches he’d done of the Duke of Argyll’s collection.
Thalia repaired to the family drawing room in the hopes of getting some more done on her own work, but her mind kept going back again and a
