The private jet’s tires touched down smoothly on the sun-drenched tarmac of Santorini’s caldera-side airport, the bright white light of the Aegean Sea instantly flooding through the cabin windows.
As the aircraft taxied to a private hangar, Jasmine unbuckled her seatbelt and walked up to the cockpit view, shading her eyes against the dazzling Mediterranean glare. Rising dramatically in the distance were the iconic cascading whitewashed buildings and cobalt-blue domes of Oia, clinging like sugar cubes to the edge of towering volcanic cliffs.
"It’s even more breathtaking than the photographs," Jasmine murmured, feeling a warm pair of arms wrap around her waist from behind.
Anthony rested his chin on her shoulder, his dark gaze following hers out toward the glittering horizon. He had tr
