WHEN THEY LANDED, NO one gave either of them a second glance as they collected their luggage and dealt with the vague formality of immigration. They were only two hours and change from London and yet, as they stepped out of the airport and into the long-term parking lot, Britain was an entire world away. Here, the air was warmer and the quality of the sunlight different. The faint smell of soil in the air was a marked contrast to the exhaust and dampness of London.
“Which car is yours?” Jamie asked, pulling Nerea’s suitcase and his own behind him.
Nerea dug a set of keys out her purse and clicked a fob. She posed with a smug hand on her hip as an absolutely absurd and completely gorgeous hunter green convertible with a cream interior chirped a few yards off.
“Do you want me to drive?” J
