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“I’m trying to guess which one is yours,” I said, as we approached the boats.

He chuckled. “Which one do you have in mind?”

I let my eyes jump from boat to boat. I settled my gaze on a large sailboat, a charming vessel with the name “Cora” written on the side in Greek lettering.

Although he had said we were going to his yacht, I couldn’t help but decide on the sailboat. “That one,” I said, gesturing towards it.

“And what makes you think that one is mine?”

“Just a feeling. You seem like the modest type.”

He chuckled. “Come with me; we’ll find out if you’re right.”

“I have to wonder,” I said. “Who’s Cora? Maybe a beautiful Thessalonian girl who broke your heart once upon a time?”

He chuckled. “Cora is… I have no idea. You picked the wrong boat.”


“This one is mine.”

My jaw dropped—itwasthe huge yacht.

“You’re kidding, right?” I asked. “Thisis yours?”

“You’re surprised?”

“I mean, a little.”

He chuckled. “Oh, and by the way, I’ve never had my heart broken by a woman. Come on.”

As Alex stepped toward the metal bridge connecting the boat and the dock, part of me expected him to stop, turn around, and tell me he was joking. He didn’t, however. He stepped onto the bridge and waved a fob in front of the door’s electronic lock. When the door opened with a click, there was no more doubt and I realized he wasn’t screwing around.

“Come on,” he said. “We’ve got an evening to enjoy.”

He flashed me one more smile before stepping inside the yacht, leaving the door open for me to follow him.

This guy has got to be too good to be true…

Those words in mind, I slipped out my phone and sent Colette a pin. Her text came only a few seconds later.

All good?

I took a deep breath, phone in hand as I tried to come up with what words to use.

Uh, yeah. I mean, great. I’ll let you know if anything weird happens.

I’ll have my phone near if you need me.

Tucking my own phone back into my pocket, I turned my attention to the entrance into the yacht.

I stepped inside, the interior as sleek and modern as I had guessed judging by the outside. There was room to spare, a huge lounge area to the right, a dance floor to the left, and a big bar just behind that. Stairs led to a second floor, and I craned my neck to see that a large dining area was above us. No doubt the bedroom was up there, too.

I couldn’t believe how big and spacious the interior was—my new condo could’ve been tucked into the corner without anyone noticing.

“Come in,” he said as he made his way to the bar. “Make yourself comfortable. Something to drink?”

The buzz from my earlier drinks had long faded, and a little something to deal with the eccentricity of this sounded good.

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