Chapter Thirteen
Stacey had been half expecting Charlie to appear at her side as soon as the yacht left the dock. But he was like a mirage. The crowd apparently swallowed him up, leaving Stacey alone.
She grabbed a flute of champagne from a passing waiter and found herself staring out at the water. It was strange to be there, on the deck of the ship. Life had been chaotic lately. Losing her job, worrying about an apartment, accidentally dating a billionaire—and now there she was, looking out at the ocean as she stood on a yacht.
The champagne was probably the nicest she had ever tasted before. She took another sip and glanced around the deck. No sign of Charlie. Perhaps she had a case of wishful thinking. She hated to admit it to herself, but maybe it would have been nice, to have Charl
