LILA

The key turned in the heavy oak door of the Sapphire Shores villa and I shoved it open, the thick Caribbean humidity rolling in behind me like a second skin.

This place was supposed to be my escape for the next three months. My win after years of watching Dad trade wives like trading cards and Mom pretend she didn’t care. Glass walls, infinity pool hanging over the ocean, private beach. Pure luxury meant to drown out the noise.

Instead, the second I stepped inside, that sharp citrus-and-musk cologne hit me straight in the chest.

“You’ve gotta be shitting me.”

Jordan leaned against the marble island in the open...