It was a new venture for me. Never had I been on the yacht before, but according to Lydia, it was a treasure Mr. Taylor had bought the year before and only used less than a handful of times.

Moving across the deck, I followed the crew leader, who took us towards the room areas. My eyes scanned the elegant decor of lavish seating and ornate furniture until they landed on one figure I hadn't expected to see at all.

Lincoln.

What the f*ck!

Stopping dead in my tracks, I took in his sandy blond hair and dark sunglasses. He smiled at a few of the other people who Lydia...