"You married?" I asked. "Not yet. Just as well under the circumstances." He sat on the floor as I had the only chair in his fishing hut. It was the only occupied hut on the island that wild night. "Mind if I call you Aphrodite?" My name was Shelley Dexter, but I didn't mind. He'd just saved my life. I didn't mind either when I discovered he was a senior medical student at my hospital, St. Barnabas, London. For I was still in love with Alistair that night. Extraordinary what a dousing in icy water can do to a girl. And a man...