Olivia

The yacht was even more impressive inside, with gleaming wood paneling, crystal chandeliers, and floor--to--ceiling windows offering panoramic views of the harbor. Dozens of guests in formal attire mingled, champagne flutes in hand.

"Drink?" Alexander asked, snagging two glasses from a passing server.

"Please," I said, accepting the champagne gratefully. "I think I need it."

"Relax," he murmured, his lips close to my ear. "You look like you're ...