Larissa's POV
I pressed my face against the cool window of the private jet, watching Los Angeles spread out below us like a maze of twinkling lights against the darkening sky. The pilot's voice crackled through the intercom, announcing our descent, and I reluctantly turned away from the mesmerizing view.
"Back to the real world," I murmured, rolling my shoulders to work out the stiffness from hours of flying.
Carson glanced up from his laptop screen, his dark eyes meeting mine. "Missing paradise already?"
"Hard not to when paradise had those incredible sunsets and room service at three in the morning."
A slow smile spread across his face. "We could always turn around. I know the pilot personally."
The jet landed smoothly, rolling toward a private hangar where a sleek black Escalade waited on the tarmac. Carson's driver approached with practiced efficiency, loading our bags while greeting us both.
"Welcome home, Mr. and Mrs. Gary."
