*Alex*

I sat behind the wheel of my Aston Martin, the silver carapace reflecting the greenery shrouding the hairpin drive. I checked the time. Five minutes past eight. Chloe was running late. I leaned back in my seat and tried to act casual. I also tried not to worry that Sylvia or one of the other sisters might come along and spot me.

To my relief, Chloe appeared in the rearview mirror. I reached up and tugged my shades down to the bridge of my nose to get a better ...