Mara POV
The last full day of the retreat dawns with a sky that looks like a warning.
I stand at my window watching dark clouds gather on the horizon, my fingers pressed against the cool glass. The ocean is restless. Gray and churning.
“We should cancel,” I heard someone say at breakfast.
“Nonsense.” Rowan waves off the concern with a dismissive flick of his wrist. “The captain says we’ll be fine. Little weather never hurts anyone.”
I look at the storm forecast on my phone. Severe thunderstorm warning. Small craft advisory. Everything screams danger.
But the sailing excursion is planned. The yacht is waiting. And no one in this group backs down from anything.
Especially not because of something as mundane as common sense.
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The yacht is impressive. All gleaming white surfaces an
