CHAPTER 36Sir Alistair Middleton’s house was a sprawling, beachfront property located in the island’s exclusive Malmok community. Kari drove the rental car through the gated entrance and up a beautifully landscaped, private driveway paved with crushed shells. The house featured several decks and terraces providing lavish panoramic views of the Caribbean Sea.
Becca let out a long, soft whistle. “So this is what a few million dollars can buy in Aruba.”
As Kari pulled the car in front of the house, she had only a second to wonder where she should park before a young man wearing an untucked white shirt over cobalt-blue shorts approached the driver’s side window.
“If you leave the keys in the ignition, I will park your vehicle for you,” he said. His accent was as smooth and gorgeous as his l
