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sea air and gazed at the deep blue horizon. There was not
a cloud in the sky, and the feeling of the sun warming her skin
made her feel at ease.
    Making her way to the pool, she found Dylan exactly
where she thought he would be. He was lounging by the water,
sitting on a side chair with his feet up on a rattan ottoman.
However, he was not alone. He was having a heated discussion with
Hallie. She was showing him a file full of papers, pointing out
important tidbits.
    Staring at them intently, Brenna was too far away to
hear the conversation although she did try. As soon as Dylan
noticed her approach, he stopped talking in mid-sentence.
    He glared at Brenna momentarily before telling Hallie
their conversation was over.
    Outraged, Hallie rose to her feet in a huff and
stomped away without acknowledging Brenna’s presence.
    “She is in a good mood,” Brenna commented
sarcastically, watching Hallie until she was out of sight.
    “You upset her last night,” he replied, appearing
irritated. “What do you want?”
    “I just want to talk,” she said calmly, taking a seat
in Hallie’s abandoned chair. “I wanted to tell you personally that
I am sorry... I should have known better than to listen to Hallie,
but I didn’t... It was almost like she wanted me to fight with
you―”
    “Stop, Bren,” he said, cutting her off and appearing
disgusted. “It is not her. It is you. Stop blaming other people for
your actions.”
    “I’m not! I just―”
    “The truth is you haven’t been the same since last
summer, and I am tired of waiting for things to go back to the way
they were.”
    Jumping to her feet, she glared at him. “What are you
saying?”
    “I need a break,” Dylan said coldly.
    “A break?” Brenna repeated in shock, feeling a hole
in her chest as if something had been ripped out of her. Then her
mind began to reel, and she began to spout out questions without a
breath. “Is it because of Marissa? Or Hallie? Or whatever happened
with Morgan?”
    “No,” he answered, shaking his head. “I knew this
trip was going to be a disaster, and it has been one thing after
another with you. I am tired of the drama. We need a break, and
then maybe the old Brenna will come back.”
    Dylan didn’t wait for Brenna to respond. He put his
hands up to silence her and walked away, leaving her standing
alone.
    “I thought you had it all handled...”
    Surprised, Brenna turned to see Chelsea. She didn’t
realize that she was standing right behind her. Feeling bothered by
her friend’s presence, she asked, “What are you doing sneaking up
on me like that?”
    Chelsea smiled wryly. “I didn’t sneak up on you. You
were just so lost in thought you didn’t hear me.”
    Glaring, Brenna crossed her arms in front of her.
“Sure...”
    “I thought you said you had it covered.”
    “I did,” Brenna said, unwilling to admit that things
were not as under control as she had hoped.
    “Is that why Dylan stormed out of here like he
couldn’t stand to be around you anymore?”
    Embarrassed, Brenna averted her gaze, choosing to
stare down at the ground than look at Chelsea again. “I―,” she
stared to speak, but she could not summon the right words to quiet
Chelsea.
    Chelsea leaned forward and whispered, “If you ask me,
all this is one person’s fault...”
    “Marissa’s,” Brenna concluded, trying to follow
Chelsea’s lead.
    “Yes! You heard Hallie... Marissa has been after
Dylan since you got on the ship.”
    Brenna nodded, recalling how Marissa didn’t want her
to look for Dylan when she arrived on the boat. She remembered how
Marissa had stomped out of the dining hall after Dylan. She
recalled how Marissa told her not to forget that they were friends
as if preparing her for a betrayal...
    “So, what are you going to do about it?”
    “I am... going to confront her,” Brenna answered
hesitantly, feeling unsure over whether she was about to do the
right thing. “I am going to ask her what is really