Sterling’s strong arms came to the railing as the warmth of his body radiated behind me, heating my sundress-covered back. Sighing against my neck, his prickly chin nuzzled against my shoulder while the aroma of sunscreen mixed with cologne replaced the fresh scent of water. Before us was the never-ending blue of Lake Michigan, the surface sparkling like diamonds in the sun as the yacht cruised through the waves, taking us back south to Chicago.

I leaned back ...