Energy zipped through Seeley’s bloodstream as the Spindrift clipped across the cerulean water at an accelerated pace. The salty wind whipped through the air as they followed the GPS to the Birds Nest.
“We’re making great time!” Orlando had to speak almost directly into the copper-haired diver’s ear to be heard over the wind.
Asher had taken to the helm to give Orlando a break and the caramel-eyed diver loved watching him navigate through the water like he was born to do it.
Seeley agreed, but her gut twisted around anyway. There was no sign of Colton or his yacht, and they were the ones who had the correct location. If they got to the Bird’s Nest, and a shiny yacht wasn’t racing to beat them to it, it either meant that they had gotten the late start Orlando thought they’d have or were in the wrong place.
“Everyone, we’re almost there! Let’s slow ‘er down,” Asher bellowed from the helm, wind whipping through his dark hair, his eyes protected by wayfarer sunglasses.