He knew.
Maybe not everything.
But enough.
Ben had led SEAL teams for years.
He noticed things.
He also knew when someone wasn't ready to talk.
Thankfully...
He let it go.
For now.
I looked past him toward the marina.
Luxury yachts lined the docks, gleaming in the early morning sunlight.
I'd spent most of my career on Navy ships.
Gray steel.
Function over comfort.
This...
This was something else entirely.
The yacht waiting for us looked like she'd been carved from sunlight and polished until she glowed.
Her name was written in elegant gold script across the stern.
Sea Whisper.
"She's beautiful."
I hadn't realized I'd said it aloud.
"She is."
The woman's voice came from somewhere above me.
I looked up.
She stood on the bridge with one hand resting lightly on the polished teak rail.
The morning breeze tugged loose strands of blonde hair from her braid.
She wasn't wearing a captain's uniform.
Just jeans.
A navy Sinclair Yachts jacket.
Deck shoes.
