Shane Sterling came up to the flybridge.
Annabelle Leighton had developed muscle memory when it came to not being a third wheel. The moment Shane Sterling appeared, she automatically got up and left, taking care not to get in their way in the slightest.
The sea breeze whipped across the deck, leaving just the two of them.
Shane Sterling had already dried himself off, but he was still only wearing a pair of swimming trunks. Up close, his lean, muscular physique was even more thirst-inducing.
He sat down next to Isla Prescott, asking eagerly like a child fishing for praise, "Did you see?"
He was asking about his surfing.
But what Isla Prescott saw was more than just the surfing.
"I did."
As she spoke, she turned her head and kissed Shane Sterling on the cheek.
It was rare for Isla Prescott to take the initiative, and the gesture made Shane Sterling's spirits soar.
