CHAPTER 4
“You can join me at the helm, if you’d like.” Mason met Ivy’s gaze, and he could appreciate her beauty. Watching her unpack her clothes and then repack them had almost been comical. Getting hit with her extra-heavy luggage had not been.
She nodded, those clear, blue eyes full of apprehension. Mason put a smile on his face and headed for the bridge. He loved sailing, and that was one bright spot in his time on the island of Getaway Bay.
“This thing is huge,” she said.
“Yeah,” Mason agreed. “It’s basically a really nice house on the water.”
“Will I get a tour later?” Ivy asked.
“Of course,” he said. “It’s only a couple of hours to the island, though.”
“Hmm.” She faced the windows while he stepped over to the controls. The yacht had a captain’s wheel, but he didn’t use it to
