Chapter 123 : Seasick or Sick of Murder?

*Shelby*

“Would you like to sneak off back to our room?” Michael whispered in my ear.

The other couples were slowly breaking off from the rest of the party and finding their way to their own rooms. I was exhausted and so ready to be alone with Michael again.

I nodded and grabbed his hand. He led me down different hallways that were so familiar from our first trip. This time I wouldn’t be staying in my own room. Instead, I’d be sharing the entire top floor of the yacht with Michael in our very own master suite.

Michael opened the doors to the extravagant suite, but we bypassed the room and went straight out onto the private upper deck. I leaned against the railing letting the wind whip my hair softly around the nape of my neck as I watched us sail silently across the water.

“We’ll be sailing right along the Florida coast tonight,” Michael said, handing me a glass of wine.