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Emma
I feel bad that I’m getting a free ride, but not bad enough to let it spoil my enjoyment of the experience. Everything about it—from the way the sun glimmers on the surface of the water to the salty breeze on my face and the dangerously handsome man standing at the helm of our motorboat—is my idea of paradise. I lied before—I don’t get seasick—and I’m secretly overjoyed that Marcus roped me into this by renting the boat for himself.
Adjusting my hat, I sneak a glance at him. Clad in a white polo shirt and khaki shorts, with sleek designer shades covering his intense blue eyes, he’s the very picture of cool, casual elegance—and so gorgeous it makes my insides flutter. His olive-toned skin is glowing in the sun, his thick brown hair waving in the breeze as he skillfully steers the
