"CANNONBALL!" Beck yelled, his ecstatic voice ringing out across the open water a second before he launched himself off the upper sun deck of their yacht. 

He executed a sleek, perfectly executed flip midair before slicing through the turquoise water below.

“My!” He called out as soon as he poked his head out of the water, pushing his wet hair away from his face with a grin. “Did you see my trick? I did good, right?”

Myla let out a bright, melodic giggle. “Yes, I did,” she ...