—Ruth—

I wandered through the yacht.

My first stop was at a group of three men and four ladies chattering about their expensive jewelry.

I turned away.

My next stop was a conversation about fast cars. Lamborghinis. Ferraris. Bugattis. Someone even mentioned a Cybertruck.

Nope. Not my thing.

I made my way to the less crowded bar.

And when I turned around, my friend was dancing with Alec Rivera. She looked radiant, and he... he looked like he’d just found what he’d been searching ...