“Whoa,” she raises her free hand, brows lifted. “What’s with the defensiveness? I was only asking because I was worried. Her face really did go pale, Chase.”“She was fine,” I cut her off, shrugging. “She was probably seasick, or hangovered from the wine she drowned last night.”Kathryn doesn’t repl
She scoffs, pushing me away playfully. “You wish. Pretty sure that was just the wind.” She stuffs her jumpsuit into her bag, striding past me toward the swim platform, but I catch her wrist before she escapes, pulling her softly against my chest.“Be careful out there,” I whisper in her ear. “I don’
CHASEShe’s laughing. Actually laughing. The wind whips Ivy’s hair wild as she grips the wheel, her sunglasses slipping down her nose. The hat she’d been clinging to earlier is long gone, and the sound bubbling from her chest doesn’t belong to the woman who nearly fell apart an hour ago.“She is rea
Kathryn tilts her head, curiosity sharp behind her glasses. “How comes? Aren’t you tired of the drama New York spits out every other week?”Before I can scramble for something clever, Elena jumps in, her green eyes darting between us like she’s tossing a grenade into the conversation. “Speaking of d
Kathryn arches a brow. “What happened to you?”I roll my eyes and tug off my hat. “Wine.” That’s all I say.She scoffs and takes out a bottle of orange juice. “Fine. Mimosas it is.”I chuckle, sliding my hat back on nodding. “Now that, I can survive.”She pours a round—including one for Chase at the
IVYI’m standing when Kathryn steps onto the yacht, sunlight catching the gold rims of her sandals like she owns the ocean itself, but it’s the figure behind her that makes my jaw nearly hit the deck.She’s taller than Kathryn—just a hair, but enough to give her runway-command energy. Blonde, but no