Chapter 45 The Strawberry Grin

• Only a few things had the power to scrub the bitterness off his tongue, and right now, one of them was standing right in front of him, short, red hair like ripe strawberries and that silly little grin that tugged at his lips no matter how hard he fought it.
• But it didn’t last.
• Just as the final guest began their slow, chatty descent down the silver staircase leading from the yacht’s upper deck, Beckett’s fleeting smile disappeared like smoke in the wind.