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
Ivy is in a crisp white one-shoulder jumpsuit, tailored sharp enough to make Paris jealous, her curves carved into it like the designer had her in mind.A gold watch gleams on her wrist, a matching wide-brimmed hat tipped just enough to shadow her face, black sunglasses hiding her eyes. The only spl
CHASEThe morning is almost too perfect—sun pouring it’s gold rays across the water, and the waves glittering as if the ocean decided to show off today. I stand at the balcony, my fresh linen suit pressed, coffee hot in my hand before I hear a click sound coming from the joining door.Ivy staggers
“Good.” She leans back, grinning. “Chase, I’ll steal her before you leave.”“Take her,” Chase motions with his hand, sipping his bourbon. “She’ll come back. No one resists me.”The sip of wine almost kills me, and I choke, laugh, rolling my eyes so hard it hurts, Kathryn throwing her head back, laug