#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. “Elijah,” I breathed. “This is... wow.” “Do we get to stay here?” Thea asked. Her eyes were as wide as saucers. “The whole place is ours?” Elijah nodded, looking utterly pleased with himself. “For the next two weeks, yes. It’s all ours.” He pulled the car to a stop in the circular driveway, and we all piled out. After a few