ARIA

The private jet touches down on a small island in the Turks and Caicos just as the sun begins its descent toward the horizon.

"There will be no phones, laptops, or contact with the outside world for four days," Dante says as we descend the stairs onto the tarmac. "Viktor has strict instructions not to contact us unless someone is literally dying."

"Four whole days of just us?" I look at the pristine white sand beach, the crystal-clear water, and the ...