Page 8 of Hidden Depths
Her name was written in elegant gold script across the stern.
Sea Whisper.
"She's beautiful."
I hadn't realized I'd said it aloud.
"She is."
The woman's voice came from somewhere above me.
I looked up.
She stood on the bridge with one hand resting lightly on the polished teak rail.
The morning breeze tugged loose strands of blonde hair from her braid.
She wasn't wearing a captain's uniform.
Just jeans.
A navy Sinclair Yachts jacket.
Deck shoes.
No makeup.
No jewelry except a simple silver compass hanging around her neck.
She looked...
Real.
Comfortable.
Like she'd been born on the ocean.
She climbed the stairs with the easy confidence of someone who'd done it ten thousand times before.
When she reached the dock, she offered her hand.
"I'm Storm Sinclair."
Her handshake was firm.
Confident.
Not the least bit hesitant.
"Ward Allen."
A tiny smile touched her lips.
"The groom."
News traveled fast.
"I'm afraid so."
