Georgia's POV
I sniffled, dabbing my cheeks. "You're giving me too much jewelry, Nick!"
He laughed softly. "Don't worry. It's not jewelry… but yes, it's in the same price range."
My brows shot up. I opened the box—
A key.
A single, gleaming key attached to a boat-shaped keychain engraved with: St. Francis Yacht Club.
My head snapped up, confusion written all over my face. "What's this?" I asked, breath hitching in anticipation.
Nick's smile deepened, soft, mischievous, and absolutely dangerous to my heart, before he lifted his hand and subtly signaled toward someone behind the crowd. I followed his line of sight and saw the light technician nodding.
"Wrong direction," Nick murmured, and gently guided my chin with his fingers, turning me toward the shoreline. "Look over there."
A beam of light sliced through the darkness, illuminating something resting on the water.
My eyes widened.
A boat… No—
"A boat?" I blinked, clueless and already overwhelmed.
