Mac
Jack held onto my neck with one hand as he stabilized himself with his other hand on the seat next to me. I knew he was trying to ground me. We were so attuned to each other I was sure he could feel me freaking out. For the last hour we had been speeding on the water looking for any sign of Ramsey’s boat. Each of us looked in a direction to get a 360 view. The two bodyguards called out anything they thought might be something. We would check it out.
“We’ll find the boat, babe. I know we will,” Jack yelled.
“There!” George called out. I looked where he was pointing and gunned the boat towards what looked like a boxed shadow in the distance. The closer we got, the more excited I became. It was a boat. I drove around it in a wide arc. We could see Ramsey looking at us fra
