Sally's POV
The private helicopter’s door opened and I stepped down after Uncle Cain and Aunt Tae, the soles of my sandals already softening against the pale stone path.
The desert stretched in every direction, endless dunes the color of old gold, sky a cloudless blue, no staff in sight. Just the three of us and the low, modern villa that seemed to have grown out of the sand itself.
My thin linen dress clung immediately to my body. Sweat bloomed between my shoulder blades and under my breasts. Uncle Cain pulled off his open shirt, revealing the broad, tanned chest I had always known but never quite looked at this way. Aunt Tae slipped out of her wide-brimmed hat and unbuttoned the first three buttons of her white blouse. Her collarbones glistened.
“Jesus,” she murmured, fanning hersel
