Annabel’s POV
Daniel’s arm crossed at the side of my shoulders as we stepped out of the sleek black SUV. The air felt promising, the river glistening under the silver moonlight.
“Here,” he said softly, stretching out his hand toward me. His palm was open, steady with an unspoken invitation I couldn’t resist.
I glanced up at him. He was actually planning something, something I couldn’t quite place my head on.
The yacht hummed gently as it cut through the water. Even with just the moonlight, I could see it. The yacht gleamed floating above, the kind I had never seen before. Boldly written on it was Dan Stroke, just like his private jet.
My gaze shifted to Daniel. “You have a private yacht too?” I asked, my mouth half-open and my eyes wide.
He smiled, his hands in his pockets as he prou
