"We have a problem." Eddie frowns as he looks over the side of the deck. I take in Emily's flushed face. I'm still coming down from the high, and whether or not we look like it, my body is shaking from the release. A minute later, I'm hoisting myself out of the water and up onto the boat. Emily follows, her suit back in place. I wrap her in a towel before grabbing one myself. "Don't tell me the artists from this morning have come back to say they won't sign," I say as Eddie paces the deck. "No, they're still debating. But there's another party interested in buying Wicked."...