Byron turned around and held out her hand. “Are you ready to get the wind blowing through your beautiful hair?”

Amelia was nervous, but as with all things she tried with her lover, Byron’s complete confidence and control of everything around her gave Amelia the courage to take that extra step. She took Byron’s hand and stepped in, and when she lost her balance, Byron was there to steady her.

“It’s all right. I have you, Miss Honey.”

She was led up to the seats behind the steering area, but Byron said, “It’s much more fun if we stand.”

“Where’s your house?” Amelia asked.

Byron stood behind her, one hand wrapped possessively around her waist and the other pointing over her shoulder.

“You see the tip of the peninsula over there?”

Amelia nodded. “Yes.”

“Just around there. It’s completely isolated, and the front entrance is only accessible by boat.” Byron kissed her cheek. “Very secluded, very private, and I hope you are going to love it.”

Amelia gazed up at Byron lovingly. “If I get to be alone with you, it’s going to be perfect.”

“I hope you feel that. I’ve put a lot of thought into making this a special holiday for you.”

Alexis cleared her throat, getting their attention. Amelia looked behind them, and Alexis and one other guard had joined them on the motorboat. Bhaltair and the rest of the guards filled the boats behind them. Again it struck her how much security Byron travelled with. Byron explained that financiers had many enemies, especially since the Debreks’ money helped finance most countries around the world.

Byron nodded to Alexis, who then gave a signal to the driver of the boat, and they set off. It was a bit scary to start with as they picked up speed, particularly because they were standing, but she soon relaxed feeling Byron’s arms wrapped around her middle, and her chin rested in the crook of her neck.

Amelia closed her eyes for a moment and enjoyed the refreshing wind in her hair, and the feeling of utter security in Byron’s arms. The words I love you floated across her mind. If only she had the courage to say them. But knowing Byron’s relationship history, or lack thereof, Amelia was not going to be the first to commit.

The boat jerked forward, and Amelia gave a little squeal and grasped Byron’s arms tightly.

“I’ve got you. Look out and enjoy the view.” Byron kissed her brow. “I won’t ever let you go.”

“Why do I feel like Rose in Titanic? There aren’t any icebergs around here, are there?”

Byron gulped hard, an unreadable look upon her face. “No, you’re safe.”

The boat picked up more speed with every second, and the faster it got, the more her heart sped up, and she started to feel the exhilaration of the speed and the view. All around them boats and multimillion-pound yachts bobbed around in the blue water in the distance.

Amelia chuckled to herself.