Hearts at the Helm:A Billionaire's Gamble on Love
They'd been at sea for hours, a deliberate, silent passage out from it all—a distance from the city, the foundation, the book, the cheers.
They had traveled until the horizon was a sharp, unbroken line, and they were utterly, blissfully alone. The sun was not dying. It was a blaze. The sun, a giant, bloated ball of orange, fell toward the water as if it was going to drown itself and pull the sky down with it. The clouds were not wisps, but vast, battered banners of violet and magenta, with streaks of blazing gold. The light did not illuminate; it burned, and the entire world glowed in its mad, beautiful colors.
The sea was on fire, a sheet of flame running from the ends of the earth to the e
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