Page 88 of Meant to be Mine

We clinked glasses and drank.

“This is surreal,” I said.

“Good surreal or bad surreal?”

“Good.” I leaned against the railing and looked out at the water. “Definitely good.”

“I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too.”

A crew member appeared with a tray of small plates. Seared scallops on some kind of puree. Tiny crostini with what looked like tuna tartare. Something involving lobster.

“Hungry?” Drew asked.

“Always.”

Micah and Hollis appeared, drinks in hand, looking sun drunk and happy. “There you are!”

I smiled as Hollis launched into an enthusiastic monologue about his wellness brand. “We’re so close,” he said. “A few of our products are finalized and ready to ship. The website launches soon. I’ve got this whole rollout planned.”

“That’s amazing,” I said. His passion was infectious.

“We’ll see how it goes. Could be a complete disaster.”

“It won’t be,” Drew said. “You’ve been working on this for years.”

Micah jumped in then, redirecting the conversation. “Everything’s ready for the Sidewalk Market, by the way. All the vendors confirmed, the setup is locked in, and we’re good to go.”

“That’s a relief,” Drew said.

“It’s going to be great,” Micah said. “Seriously. The energy’s going to be completely different from the beach club thing. More relaxed. More fun. More money being spent.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” I said.

The brothers hung around for a few more minutes before their attention drifted toward a group of women near the bar. Hollis caught Micah’s eye and jerked his head in that direction.

“We should go mingle,” Hollis said, not even trying to be subtle about it.

“Support the family,” Micah added with a grin.

“Enjoy the free booze, you mean,” Drew said.

“That too.” Hollis clapped Drew on the shoulder. “Nice to see you, Kensey. That dress is killer.”

“Thanks.”

They disappeared into the crowd, leaving Drew and me alone again. We stood at the railing for a while longer, just enjoying the view and the breeze. The champagne was making me feel warm and loose. Happy.

“I need to find a restroom,” I said eventually.

“Down one level, toward the back,” Drew said. “You good on your own?”

“I think I can manage.”

He kissed my temple. “I’ll be right here.”

I made my way down the stairs carefully, navigating around clusters of guests. The yacht was even more impressive inside. Everything gleamed. The bathroom was nicer than most hotel bathrooms I’d been in, all marble and gold fixtures and soft lighting.