The humid tropical air hit Mia Thompson like a lover’s breath the second she stepped off the small private jet. It was thick, sweet, and carried the unmistakable scent of salt, coconut, and something wildly expensive. Her heart was already hammering before her sandals even touched the sun-warmed tarmac.“Lily, I swear if this place isn’t as insane as the pictures, I’m going to riot,” Mia said, pushing her oversized sunglasses up into her long, wavy dark hair. She tried to sound casual, but her voice came out a little too breathy.Lily Voss laughed beside her, looping her arm through Mia’s as they descended the short flight of stairs. “Relax, drama queen. My dad doesn’t do anything halfway. If he booked it, it’s probably better than the pictures. Just wait until you see the villas.”Mia’s gaze flicked involuntarily toward the front of the plane where Alexander Voss stood talking to the pilot. Even from twenty feet away, the man commanded attention. Tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a cri
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