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It was warm outside. The slow, humid warmth of the tropics. But the breeze off of the ocean was refreshing, and the view was enough to take her breath away.
Floating directly on top of the crystal clear water made it seem like she was actually standing inside of a postcard, surrounded by the ocean that stretched, uninterrupted, to the horizon. Low waves reflected the sunlight like a million diamonds twinkling on top the brilliant blue water. The sky was mostly clear, with just a few white puffy clouds perfecting the picture.
Ro leaned against the railing, looking into the distance. The yacht undulated with the waves, creating a rolling sensation. Combined with the rumble of the engines below, it was hypnotic.
Winston appeared at her side. He leaned on the railing next to her so thei
