*Shelby*

“What’re the plans for today?” I asked Michael as we were eating breakfast on our private deck.

I’d discovered a love for the yacht’s chef’s famous french toast, and I’d ordered it every morning since the very first on the yacht. I shoved the last piece of the decadently cinnamon-covered bread in my mouth as Michael sipped on his black coffee.

“I scheduled a private snorkeling tour for everyone this ...