Jamie fought his way through the crowd and grabbed me, nearly crushing me. “You’re pressing my throwing daggers into my back,” I whispered to him. He let go with a chuckle and looked down at me. “I’m sorry,” I said rapidly, the words falling too loudly and somewhat broken from my mouth. “No, no, it’s okay. I’m sorry too. I understand,” he said, kissing the top of my head. I pressed my cheek against his chest. I opened my eyes to see Ian looking at us. He looked away. “Why did you change your mind?” Jamie asked. He took my hand and led me toward the railing. The boat had turned and was now gliding across the lake. The town was no longer in sight. “Well, I needed a vacation. I hear the HarpWind is nice.” Jamie smiled wryly. “Seriously,” he whispered. I turned and looked back toward the Captain’s deck of the yacht. Therein I could see the heads of our new benefactors moving about. “I’m not wrong, and I haven’t changed my mind,” I said. He looked up at the deck as well.
