The helicopter descended through the golden afternoon light, the roar of the blades drowning out everything except the pounding of Iva's heart. Below them, the island of Capri unfolded like a jewel—cliffs of white limestone plunging into turquoise waters, terraced gardens bursting with bougainvillea, and nestled among it all, a villa that seemed to have grown from the rock itself.
Iva pressed her face to the window, her breath catching. The sea sparkled below, impossibly blue, and the coastline was dotted with charming villages and rolling hills. The scent of salt and Mediterranean flowers drifted through the cabin, intoxicating and foreign.
"Caleb," she whispered. "It's... it's like a dream."
Caleb's arm wrapped around her, pulling her close. His lips brushed her ear, his voice low and
