They flew over the fishing village, traditional white houses with red roofs showing where the year-round residents lived. The boats that bobbed in the water, moored to the long dock, looked picturesque in their simplicity. No fancy trawlers here.

A tan circle painted with white directional lines about two hundred yards from a large villa set atop a cliff overlooking the sea had to be their landing destination. Piper shouldn’t have been surprised that a family who at one time had the wherewithal to own an island had installed a helipad on it. Only, she was. She would have expected a landing strip for small planes and said as much to Zephyr on the walk to the villa.

A young man who introduced himself as the housekeeper’s grandson insisted on carrying their luggage in a yard cart.

“The patriarch preferred travel by sea, but his children insisted on faster transportation to the mainland,” Zephyr replied in response to her comment. “As to why it was a helicopter over a jet, I could not say. I think he balked at the excavation necessary for a flat runway long enough to service a jet.”

“We’ll be doing that excavation, won’t we? I mean guests are going to want to be able to fly in.”

The young man leading the way with his cart looked back at her, his expression troubled.

Zephyr did not seem to notice, but he shook his head in negation. “The focus of the spa resort is going to be total relaxation. It will start with a luxury yacht ride from the mainland.”

“I bet you’ll stick with helicopters.” But she would have enjoyed a decadent ride on a yacht.

Zephyr shrugged. “I am not a prospective guest.”

“Maybe you should be.”

as he reached out to open the front door, only to have it swing inward before

at her grandson, who took his cart around to

in perfect English, if accented charmingly. She shook her

for those willing to work both building the resort and working there after it is

first chance to locals?” the

the year-round residents to

an oversized sitting room with a truly impressive view. The wall facing the sea had such large windows

like refreshments?”

employer rhapsodized about the fresh lemonade

request, the housekeeper nodded. “I will send a girl

Tilieu been

how anyone could miss the sound of a landing helicopter,

Zephyr obviously bit

take it you prefer to

those noisy things is a mystery to me.” The gray-haired woman waved her

needs must,” Zephyr

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