Chapter Nineteen

Hours later, the jet descended gracefully through the clouds, revealing a stunning aerial view of the Maldives—tiny green islands dotted across a vast expanse of glittering turquoise water. Lydia pressed her face lightly against the window, her lips parting in awe.

“Wow,” she whispered.

Scott glanced at her, the wonder in her expression making something soft stir in his chest. “Impressive, isn’t it?”

“It looks unreal. Like something out of a travel magazine.”

The jet touched down smoothly on a private airstrip, where two black golf carts awaited them on the tarmac. As the doors opened, warm, salty air swept into the cabin. Lydia took a breath, letting the scent of the ocean wash over her. The sun bathed everything in gold, and even the wind carried a softness she’d never felt before.