Emily’s POV

My heart jumped. “Really?”

He turned me around, cupped my face. “I want every second of this trip to be about us, about you feeling safe, wanted and loved in all angles baby.”

I swallowed hard.

“I want that too,” I whispered.

He kissed me softly, lingering. “Good baby, because I’m not letting you go, Emily. Not ever.”

We walked down to the private dock hand in hand.

The yacht was beautiful, white, and sleek.

The captain greeted us politely and disappeared to ...