From her position a few decks away, Rose sat at one of the railing-side tables, a drink in hand, the picture of a casual tourist. To anyone else, she was just another woman enjoying the view of the open ocean. But her sharp brown eyes didn’t miss a thing.
And what she saw made her stomach twist.
Nate. Kissing Alexia.
It wasn’t the staged, casual peck of a cover story—it was something else, something warmer. Rose could tell. She’d worked beside Nate long enough to know his tells, the tightness of his jaw when he was forcing a façade, the stiffness of his shoulders when he had to play the doting husband. But just now? He wasn’t faking.
Her lips pressed into a thin line, jealousy surging in a way she hadn’t expected. It should’ve been me. She’d told herself a hundred times her crush on hi
