Out of nowhere, the speedboat whipped around, spraying water everywhere as it shot in front of the yacht.
There was a jarring crash. The two boats slammed together, rocking the yacht so hard everyone stumbled.
With her wrists and ankles bound, Petty slammed into a pile of life jackets. The impact sent nausea rolling through her, and the color drained from her face.
Everyone else on board sprawled out or grabbed for anything they could as the boat lurched to a stop.
Harris’s hands clenched the steering wheel, his knuckles bloody and raw as he stared at Petty through the window, his heart pounding.
Without hesitating, he let go, leapt from the speedboat to the yacht, caught the railing, and flung himself onto the deck.
A handful of men with guns stepped in front of him.
“Harris, none of us want trouble. Get out of here.”
They were out at sea, no cell service, so it was likely they’d missed any calls from his dad. Harris decided to bluff. “The deal’s done. You can go.”
Just like he’d hoped, the men all looked at each other, uncertain.
He brushed past and stepped into the cabin, scooping Petty up from the floor. “Petty!”
“Are you crazy? Were you actually trying to kill yourself?” She was still shaking, the memory of him ramming the yacht fresh in her mind. She might not be able to love Harris the way he wanted, but she’d known him almost her whole life. She never wanted to see him risk everything for her.
Whatever control Harris had been clinging to snapped all at once.
Worry etched his face, and something raw flickered in his eyes. “I didn’t even think that far.”
All that had mattered was stopping the yacht.
He only then realized he was completely soaked. He let Petty go, helped her lean against the wall, and started untying her hands and feet. He grabbed a life jacket and slipped it on her just to be safe.
“Don’t worry. I’m getting you out of here.”


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