Chapter ThirtyTHEY’D BARELY FINISHED DINNER when several of the waiters pushed empty tables aside in the center of the dining area to create a dance floor.
Music sounded from a pair of speakers. A group of men and women dressed in traditional costumes came out, bowed, and began a Santorini folk dance.
The restaurant patrons clapped their approval, and Acacia turned her chair so she could have a better view.
She glanced at Nicholas. Instead of watching the dancers, he was watching her.
When the first song ended, the performers approached the patrons and invited them to join the next dance. Acacia waved off the young man who spoke to her.
“You should dance,” Nicholas suggested.
“I don’t think so.”
“Why not?” He looked at her feet, which were tapping against the floor. “You can barely
