Chapter 1 - The Woman at the Gangway

The shove came before anyone on the dock knew my name.

One second I was standing beneath the gold wash of a California sunset, looking up at the sixty-million-dollar superyacht I had crossed the country to board. The next, a blonde woman in white silk put her hand against my shoulder and pushed me out of the boarding lane.

Not hard enough to knock me down.

Hard enough to make sure everyone saw it.

"This isn't a place for someone like you," she said.

A few guests went quiet. One man lowered his champagne glass. A woman near the rope line pretended to check her phone.

I steadied myself on one heel and looked back at the blonde.

She was beautiful in the expensive, practiced way that came with people who had never been told no. Long blonde hair. Diamond earrings. A white dress that moved in the marina breeze like it had its own lighting crew.

"Someone like me?" I asked.

She smiled. "Don't make this awkward. Private event. Invited guests only. Staff boards from the service side."

I almost laughed.

Instead, I said, "Good to know."

That seemed to irritate her more than anger would have.

"You think this is funny?"

"No."

"Then leave."

I looked past her at the yacht's polished hull. The name VALOR was painted in silver near the stern.

My father's handwriting had once appeared on the original purchase papers.

Before his company collapsed.

Before he died believing the Whitmore family had ruined him.

Before I spent eight years rebuilding what they thought they had buried.

The blonde took one step closer. "Did you hear me?"

Then a man's voice cut through the silence.

"Ms. Cross?"

Captain Thomas Hale came down the gangway in a white uniform, his gray hair catching the sunset. He walked past the blonde without looking at her and stopped directly in front of me.

Then he gave me a respectful nod.

"Ma'am, welcome. Please come aboard. We've been expecting you."

The blonde's smile vanished.

I held her gaze for one quiet second.

"I guess I found the right entrance," I said.

Captain Hale stepped aside for me.

I had one foot on the gangway when he leaned close enough for only me to hear.

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"Before you go inside," he murmured, "there's something you need to see. Your father left it on this yacht."

I stopped walking.