The soft teal waves lapped against the shore of Mykonos, welcoming us to a Grecian paradise. I've seen photos of this place, sure, but seeing it is another thing entirely.
Having chased the sun all the way here, it now lies low in the sky, as the day prepares to creep into the evening hours. I may have slept most of the flight here, but it doesn't change the fact that it was a long flight. My bones are weary and tired, and the incessant buzzing of my phone when I took it off of airplane mode was a good reminder of why we were here instead of comfortable at home.
"Hey, Sherlock!" Lenore said, drawing me into a warm embrace the moment she opened the door. From the outside, the villa isn't what I expected. It's white and modern, with all hard edges. But the moment I step through the front door and get a load of the view of the Aegean Sea that lies just beyond an infinity pool, I could feel Lexington's influence immediately. The man loves a good beach.
