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“Come on, baby! You can do it!” Gigi, one of the five women who showed up with him this afternoon, screams and claps when he stands at the highest point of the cliff.

I glance over at her and her friends. I haven’t had much interaction with their group. They pretty much made it clear I wouldn’t be allowed to “sit with them” from the moment they sashayed onto the boat in their bikinis, with their full faces of makeup and high heels. Not that I’m heartbroken about it. There’s only so much I have to say about designer bags, partying, and where I’ll be vacationing next.

Really, I don’t even know what Otto sees in them past how beautiful they all are.

“Oh God.” I hold my breath and latch onto Walker’s thigh with my fingers when Otto jumps, and I don’t release my grip until I see his head reappear above the water, his arms shooting into the sky.

“Fuck yeah!” he shouts, shoving his hair out of his face.

Gigi, who has been all over him, gets up and bends over the side of the boat as he swims toward us. The guy is obviously an adrenalin junky, and the more he drinks, the fewer inhibitions he has.

“That was so sexy, baby.” Gigi pushes out her ass while her tits practically fall over the top of her teeny, tiny bikini top as he climbs up the ladder.

“You’re so sexy.” He grabs her ass when he’s standing on the deck, and she pulls his face down to hers and shoves her tongue into his mouth.

“I think I just threw up a little,” I mutter under my breath, and both Walker and Ham laugh.

“Let’s do body shots,” one of Gigi’s posse suggests, grabbing a bottle of tequila, and I know that’s my cue to go. About five minutes into our trip Otto and the girls started drinking and they have progressively gotten more and more provocative, the more they drink. And even if I wouldn’t consider myself a prude, I have zero desire to see anyone having sex. And I would put money on that happening in the next few minutes.

“I’m going upstairs,” I tell Walker when Otto turns up the speaker and one of the girls climbs up onto the counter near the bar.

And yes, there is a bar. When Walker told me he rented a boat for the day, I assumed it would be similar to the one he and I were on this morning to go snorkeling. I had no clue it would basically be a yacht, with three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, and a bar.

“I’ll come with you.” He gives my thigh a squeeze, and I get up.

Taking my bottle of water with me, I start past Otto and his friends who have started to gather around the counter.

“You’re not leaving, are you, Hanna?” Otto asks, grabbing my arm, and I glance up at him. He’s totally wasted, his eyes are glassed over and cheeks tinged with pink.

“You could be first.” The girl now lying on the counter offers me her spot with a drunken smile.

“Let her go,” Walker bites out, and Otto instantly releases the hold he has on my arm before I can open my mouth to say no thanks.

“I was just asking.” Otto holds up a hand as he sways on his feet.

Looking at him, I feel my face soften. He’s like an oversized kid. “You should come upstairs with us and drink some water, maybe relax for a few minutes,” I suggest quietly.

“I don’t need any water.” He looks down at Gigi, who’s started grinding on him.

“Go on up, baby. I’ll be there in a minute,” Walker orders, giving my hip a squeeze, and I glance up at him. He looks pissed, and I’m sure he’s going to have another talk with Otto, but I don’t think it’s going to do any good, not right now when he’s blitzed out of his mind.

With a nod, I take the steps up to the second level, where the captain's cabin is, along with another huge deck.

Taking a seat on one of the double lounge chairs that’s as wide as a king size bed, I lie back. Minutes later, I watch Walker’s head appear at the top of the stairs. He doesn’t come to me right away; instead, he steps into where the captain is and begins talking to him. I can’t hear what he says from where I am, but when he starts in my direction, the engine of the boat comes to life.

Lifting my hand to block the sun from my eyes, I raise a brow at Walker.

“Ham and I figured it’s time to head back before they start acting like this is the set of a porno, when we’d have to pay an extra ten grand to the captain.”

“Is he always like this?” I ask, scooting over and making room for him when he takes a seat next to me.

“Not always, but Ham said he was just as wild last night.”

“So, your talk with him didn’t help?”

“Apparently not.” He scrubs his hands down his face before lying back next to me.

“One day, he’ll grow up,” I say quietly, and he makes a noncommittal sound in the back of his throat like he doesn’t believe me, which I don’t blame him for.

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