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The superyacht was a sight for sore eyes. At a length of 156m, the floating vehicle housed not only a giant paddling pool but also a spa, saunas, gym and private cabins, each of which that came with balconies overlooking sparkling blue waves that bobbed gently under the setting sun. A jazz band played to  Frank Sinatra’s “Fly me To The Moon” on the helipad as guests mingled freely around the pool.

Daniel stood in the middle of the sundeck with a group of men, all eager to butter up to him but he ignored them, choosing instead to scan the yacht trying to catch a glimpse of Jane. She was coming, wasn’t she? Surely she wasn’t going to ghost him. Not a minute went by that he did not think of her.

“Ah! Daniel Winters! You’ve arrived!” The jolly looking senator laughed and pushed his way into the middle of the group, giving Daniel a suffocating bear hug.

Oof! The senator’s vice like grip put The Rock to shame.