“Oh, it’s so beautiful,” Tess coos. “Oh, baby, look at that view.” She holds my hand with both of hers as we make our way to the villa on the far end. Our valet walks us down the narrow boardwalk that connects the villa to the beach. “The fridge is stocked just as you asked, Mr. Langley,” he says. “All your belongings were transferred here. Anything else you may need is just a phone call away.” “Thanks,” I reply, tipping him at the door.
