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baseball stadium. He parked in his reserved spot and directed each of the women to grab a light cooler from the trunk. Unlocking the gate, he led them down Dock C to his boat, which was easy to locate because his friends were waving at them from the bow, drinks already in hand.
    “Oh my god, only a tycoon could own a boat like that.” Krista looked more closely at Will and a flicker of recognition caught in her eyes. “Wait a second. You’re the guy who...”
    Will cut her off. “All aboard,” he said as he tried to gauge Angelina’s reaction to his boat. The last thing he needed was for Angelina to find out just how famous he was. He was truly enjoying how she treated him just like anyone else.
    Maybe he had done the wrong thing by inviting her on his boat. She was bound to ask some questions about his net worth, just like her friend was doing right now.
    Adding to his problems, Krista was saying, “Damn, Will. The only time I’ve ever seen a boat this big was when I used to watch reruns of the Love Boat on TV as a kid. Is this really yours?”
    Angelina elbowed Krista and changed the subject. “I’d love to meet your friends.”
    Will breathed a sign of relief. Was it possible that Angelina really didn’t care about his wealth at all? His inner voice mocked him instantly, saying, Yeah right. You think you’ve found a woman who doesn’t want a piece of your fame and fortune. If you believe that, I’ve got a used car I’d like to sell you.
    Will shook the voice out of his head. Leaving Krista to gape in amazement at her opulent surroundings, he placed Angelina’s arm in his and walked with her down the length of the boat.
    Angelina leaned close and whispered, “Sorry about that. Krista can be a little inappropriate sometimes.”
    Will shrugged and then introduced her to his friends. When Krista finally joined them, he had to make the introductions all over again, which gave Angelina a moment to settle back into her surroundings.
    Frankly, she was floored by the size of Will’s boat. It was moored at the longest spot on the dock, equivalent in size to two of the huge nearby yachts.
    Angelina wondered if he had actually earned it all or if it had been handed to him on a silver platter. Not that it mattered all that much, she reminded herself. He was just a client.
    She looked up from her musings just in time to witness sparks flying between Krista and Derek, one of Will’s friends, who was dressed very conservatively in khaki dockers, and a white button down short sleeve shirt with a pencil in the front pocket.
    How interesting, Angelina thought to herself. Krista usually had more chemistry with guys like James, Will’s other friend on board who was flashier, a quintessential playboy.
    When Krista perched next to James, Angelina thought disappointment flared in Derek’s eyes.
    For once, she hoped that the underdog would get the girl. She didn’t know why, but she had the feeling that this gentle man might be the missing link in her friend’s life.
    Was Will her missing link?
    The thought shocked her deeply and she sank down numbly into the deck chair behind her. He couldn't be the one!
    Her one-special-man would not be the type to own a fifty foot yacht. She had always pictured herself with someone undemanding and serene, a man with far less presence than Will. Plus, how could she forget that his ex-wife had hired her to get him back? For the hundredth time, Angelina rued the day she ever agreed to take on this consultation.
    “Right, Ang?” Krista said and Angelina blinked in confusion. Fortunately, before she had to
    'fess up to daydreaming, Krista said, “Oh look, we’re moving.”
    Will was getting ready to motor out of the marina, so Angelina jumped up out of her seat and tracked him down by the engine.
    “Do you need any help?”
    “Help me pull up the rubber fenders and we’ll be off.”
    Angelina scampered onto the dock to unhook the long white bumpers. Handing all ten up to Will, she