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‘MAMA, Mama!’

Charlotte looked up fondly as the small dark-haired boy erupted out of the kitchen at the taverna, with Mikos hot on his heels.

‘Papa!’ the child cried, plucking at Iannis’s hand, where it had been resting on the swell of Charlotte’s stomach. ‘Listen to me, Papa,’ Manos Kiriakos insisted, putting his face very close to his father’s as Iannis swung him onto his lap. ‘I have something very important to tell you.’

‘Hasn’t Mikos fed you enough yet?’ Iannis murmured, dropping a kiss on his young son’s head and winking at Mikos, who had just arrived breathless and flustered at their table.

‘This is really important, Papa,’ Manos said seriously. ‘Mikos wants to take me fishing tomorrow. He says I can be a fisherman one day, like him. What do you say, Papa?’ he demanded excitedly. ‘Can I go?’

‘All true Greeks are fishermen at heart,’ Iannis agreed, planting a kiss on his son’s glossy black curls. ‘What does your mother say?’

Charlotte’s gaze met with her husband’s dark enquiring stare across the table, and she smiled deep into his eyes before she answered. ‘Yes, you can go, Manos,’ she said, reaching out to clasp the hands of her husband and her firstborn. ‘I have always had the greatest respect for the fishermen of Iskos. In my eyes they are, without doubt, the very best of men.’