EPILOGUE
One year later…
Standing on the deck of an eighty-five-foot sailboat, Jules listened to the wind against the sails. The old-fashioned schooner was something out of a dream or a pirate movie. The day was film-set perfect. The sun shone high in the blue sky. The oiled teak gleamed.
Contentment flowed through her. She’d spent the last year chasing her dreams. She’d sailed in many races, including winning a prestigious offshore race as part of an all-women’s crew. She’d traveled and worked on women’s rights issues. All the while Alejandro was there supporting, encouraging, and waiting.
But this was the one dream she wanted to make come true—exchanging wedding vows with the man she loved.
She couldn’t imagine a better place to get married than on the Mediterranean Sea. No heads of
