Darya was feeling defeated. Kostas was in her head and each time she looked at a building she could hear him complaining about the location and the crime rates. The building he’d bought out from under her would have been perfect and she couldn’t find anything to compare.
Her phone buzzed and she immediately noted the call from Dimitra. She answered it quickly, considering she was supposed to be on her honeymoon on Miklos’ yacht. “Hey, what’s up?”
“Am I a slob?”
Darya snickered at the question. Dimi was the messiest person she had ever met. “Not answering on the basis, it could ruin nearly a decade of friendship.” She watched as Dimi shifted and let out a shriek and covered one of her eyes, “are you naked?”
“No. I have bikini bottoms on. Miklos has been in his office for the last three
