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got lost in her own head.
    “I’m not sure,” James said. “What kind of sharks lives around Bermuda?”
    “Mostly Tiger sharks,” Mandy said. “Although, Great Whites have been sighted in the area at times. Do you think we’ll see a Great White?”
    James smirked. “How do you know that? That Tiger sharks are prevalent in Bermuda, I mean.”
    “What? I know things.”
    “You know a lot of things,” James agreed. “That’s just a random thing for you to know. How do you know it?”
    Mandy reached up to her neck, zipping the sterling silver shark charm across the chain as she considered the query. James had given her the necklace as a wedding gift, embracing her odd love of sharks and pairing it with a one-word engraving: Forever.
    “I watch a lot of Shark Week ,” Mandy replied.
    “I’ve noticed,” James said. “I can never DVR anything when Shark Week is on because you fill the whole thing with shark shows. Then you proceed to watch them and maul me with your tongue.”
    “Oh, like that’s some big hardship for you,” Mandy scoffed.
    “I never said it was a hardship,” James said. “I happen to like your tongue.”
    “You’re a sick man.” Mandy shifted in her seat, staring at the ocean as it passed by in a blur. “I’ve never been on a boat on the ocean.”
    James raised an eyebrow. “Are you having fun?”
    “I like the ride,” Mandy said. “When are we going to get to the sharks?”
    James chuckled. “I have no idea. Just sit back and relax.”
    Mandy leaned back against the seat, glancing around at the other tourists on the boat as they chatted amiably amongst themselves. Her attention was drawn to two young women, neither of whom looked old enough to drink. Their heads were bent together, and they were whispering. Occasionally, they would shift their attention from each other long enough to stare at the same spot on the boat. Unfortunately, that spot just happened to be where James was sitting.
    Mandy cast a sidelong look at her husband. He was a beautiful specimen of a man. His body was perfect, and tantalizingly bronze thanks to the island sun. His jaw was strong and angular, and he earned attention from the opposite sex whenever he entered a room.
    “You have a fan club,” Mandy said.
    James lifted his head, turning. “What?”
    Mandy inclined her chin toward the two women, one of whom was adjusting her bathing suit top so her breasts looked more advantageous from James’ position. “They’re staring at you.”
    James glanced at the women, smiling slyly. “I’m a popular guy.”
    “Why is it that people fall all over you wherever we go?”
    “I’m the best looking guy in the world.”
    Mandy wrinkled her nose. “How old do you think they are?”
    James shrugged, glancing back at the girls, who giggled when they caught him looking in their direction. “Eighteen? Nineteen? Does it matter?”
    Mandy shook her head. “No.”
    James leaned over, chucking her under the chin so she would look at him. “You know you’re the only woman in this world I care about, right?”
    “You like blondes,” Mandy said.
    “I like one blonde,” James replied. “You.”
    “If they were brunette, would that make a difference?”
    “Nope.”
    “Are you sure?”
    James sighed dramatically. “You’re the only woman I care about,” he said. “I don’t think you really care about them, though. I think you’re fixating on them because the idea of seeing sharks has your stomach twisted in knots. This is exactly why I didn’t tell you what we were doing beforehand. You would’ve completely melted down waiting for this to happen.”
    “I don’t melt down.”
    “You always melt down,” James countered.
    “I … .”
    Whatever Mandy was about to say died on her lips as the engine of the boat died. She leaned forward excitedly. “Do you see any sharks?”
    James shook his head, fighting hard to keep from laughing. She was so excited she was about to burst.
    The captain of the boat