Jet skis roar, secrets stir and cocktails spill. Chapter 20 dives into sun-soaked tension aboard a cruise ship where no moment goes unnoticed, and no dream is without meaning.

What was it about the smile she wore on her face or the beat tapping out of her lipstick-red painted toes that made him think it was okay...

Although her back had now turned, she knew eyes followed when David lilted. De cat dat got all dat cream. I wonder. They'd both heard...