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Or where you'd been.

Only that you'd come home.

And for the first time in months...

I wondered if maybe...

Just maybe...

This voyage wasn't about escaping my wedding.

Maybe it was about finding the life I'd been too busy to notice.

3

Storm

"You've got exactly twenty minutes."

Six pairs of eyes looked at me.

One of them checked his watch.

"Twenty?" the tall blond one asked.

"That's generous."

"It takes at least thirty to unpack."

I smiled.

"Then you'll be unpacking after we leave."

Ben Gilbert chuckled.

"I like her already."

"Don't encourage her," Ward muttered.

Too late.

His teammates were already grinning.

I picked up the guest manifest.

"Gentlemen...welcome aboard Sea Whisper."

I motioned toward the polished staircase leading below deck.

"Your suites are on the lower deck. Lunch is at one. We'll hold a safety briefing before we leave the marina."

Scott raised one hand.

"Important question."

"What?"

"Where's breakfast?"