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This time there’s no mistaking the disappointment that taints her expression. “I thought you said you were alone, Donovan.”

I pat the top of the table with two fingertips. “I’m here alone this morning, but I don’t plan on spending all of my time alone on this trip.”

Tucking a lock of her curly brown hair behind her ear, she nods. “I get it. Until then, we can share the table for breakfast, right?”

I glance up when I hear someone cough next to me. I look up into the face of a guy who looks to be in his mid-twenties. His gaze is stuck on Felicia’s face.

“Can I sit with you?” he asks her, ignoring me completely. “I think we said hi in passing when we were both boarding yesterday.”

Felicia nods slowly. “I remember that. It’s Brandon, right?”

“Brayden,” he offers the subtle correction. “Can I sit with you, or are you with him?”

I’m finally acknowledged even though he doesn’t glance in my direction at all.

“Sit,” she instructs him with a point of her finger at one of the two vacant chairs at our table. “He’s just a new friend.”

We share a smile across the table before Brayden steals her attention again.

I’ll take the ‘new friend’ title from this pretty woman, and any other woman on this ship, except Delia. I want to be more than a friend to her; so much more than a friend.

CHAPTER FIVE

Delia

I settle on one of the comfortable lounge chairs facing the smallest pool on the ship.

I struggled with the decision of which pool to spend the next two hours next to. I weighed the pros and cons but ultimately opted for this one because I’m going to slowly edge my way into mingling with the other passengers as the day goes on.

“Delia!”

I glance up when I hear my name being called out.

A soft smile glides over my lips when I see Clever on the approach with a single red rose in one hand and a glass of something that looks not only tropical but delicious in the other.

“I brought these for you.” He presents both the flower and the drink to me. “Something pretty to look at and something perfect to drink.”

I take both, carefully placing them on the small white circular table next to me. “Thank you.”

I look up at his face. His blonde hair is mussed from the light wind that is cooling the air to just the right temperature. With the endless clear blue sky as a backdrop, he looks tempting, but he’s not the guy I’m looking to spend more time with.

That man is headed my way.

Even though he’s wearing sunglasses that block the view of his eyes, I can tell that the smile on Donovan’s lips is lighting up his entire face.

“Oh great,” Clever mutters under his breath when he catches sight of Donovan over his shoulder. “Look who it is.”

“It’s Dr. Hunt,” I say in a breathy tone.

“He’s a doctor?” Clever questions.

I nod. “In New York City. We both live there.”

He sighs heavily. “Some guys hit the life lottery.”

I laugh that off. “Can you bring him one of those drinks, too?”

It’s a big ask considering the fact that I’m sure Clever was hoping to score some alone time with me in exchange for the fancy drink.

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