POV: Adriana
I blinked twice, squinting my eyes looking toward the dock.
For a second, I was sure I’d seen someone standing there, watching us. A dark figure. A feeling that crawled down my spine. A feeling of being watched.
But when I blinked again, it was gone.
Maybe it was my imagination.
No, I was sure of what I saw but I wasn’t going to let anything ruin this evening—not for me, and definitely not for Darius.
I turned to him with a small smile as the yacht began to move away from the dock. “Does this yacht belong to you?”
He smiled, his arm brushing mine. “Yeah. It’s mine.”
I nodded, pretending not to be impressed. “Of course it is.”
He chuckled softly. “What does that even mean?”
“It means you’re full of surprises,” I said, my lips curving with a smile. “So, what do you hav
