Chapter 167 Family Fun

• Agnes
• The rental car that was waiting for us outside the airport was a sleek silver convertible, and after about thirty minutes of driving along coastal roads with the wind kissing our hair and faces, Elijah turned onto a private driveway that wound up a small hill. As we crested the top, I gasped.
• The villa that came into view was breathtaking. Two stories of white stucco with a red-tiled roof, surrounded by flowering plants and palm trees. Floor-to-ceiling windows faced the ocean, and a sprawling deck wrapped around the entire structure. Beyond it, I could see steps leading down to what appeared to be a private stretch of beach.