VAUGHN’S POV 

I had dragged Wade out of bed on Sunday morning to go sailing. I smiled cheekily knowing well that I had made the right decision to get Wade out of Valletta. I wanted us to make up and talk, before getting back to the chaos we left behind.

I had rented out a yacht and now we were deep in the Mediterranean enjoying the breeze and the view. Wade was sulking because I had dragged him out of bed while he wanted to rest. We only had today to keep each ...