*Shelby*

The helicopter sent deck chairs flying as it landed. Small ripples were sent out in all directions across the surface of the water. I still couldn’t believe that the yacht was really big enough to have its own landing pad, but Michael landed with no problem. He stepped off of the helicopter just as the pilot killed the propeller.

Michael ran across the landing pad and swept me up into his arms, spinning me in a small circle. A giggle ...