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The house lights were off, and only the floodlights around the island illuminated the place. Blair studied the space, wishing she could explore every detail when the morning came. Ethan waited until the woman got up, and then they disembarked together. He took her hand and led her into the property.

- "I want you to like it," he commented.

The captain returned to the ship after a wave from his boss. At that moment, Blair realized that they would be alone, as Alex had been at the port minutes before.

The man opened the house's huge glass door as soon as they reached it. The first room was a living room, and one decorative item in particular caught Blair's attention. It was a race car parked in the middle of the room, as if it were an ordinary piece of furniture among the others.

The car said a lot about its owner; it had gray bodywork, the number ten written on the side, and vivid red details. The chrome wheels shone when the lights were turned on. The sponsorship stickers were still s
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