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for men, unless they’re rich!’ Sadie giggled.
    Mac didn’t.
    Out of nowhere the Captain’s head suddenly reappeared. ‘Mac, can I have a word?’ he said, making Sadie jump slightly.
    â€˜Can’t it wait? I’m a bit … busy,’ Mac replied.
    â€˜Best if it’s now,’ the Captain said, and he disappeared inside again with a ‘
harrumph
’.
    Mac hesitated, turned to go, then turned back and touched Sadie’s arm.
    â€˜Stay here a sec, will you?’ he asked. ‘I have a question for you.’
    â€˜Er … okay,’ Sadie replied before she had time to think about it.
    â€˜In fact, come up and make yourself comfy on the lounger over there – but take off your shoes before you board.’
    â€˜You’re kidding me, right?’
    â€˜No, it’s protocol. If you’re going to be a rich yacht owner you’d better get used to it!’ And he disappeared up the gangplank and inside.
    Sadie was left standing there, fighting a losing battle with her conscience. A feeling of foreboding was being beaten by a buoyant thrill of flirtation. She rubbed her chest. It was filled with palpitations again, as she forced herself to think of tomorrow’s make-or-break presentation and a boardroom full of grown-ups. One deep breath later, she was clutching her shoes and walking slowly up the gangplank, holding tightly onto the rail.
    What am I doing?
    The young Sadie wouldn’t have hesitated to let off steam with a very wild night out, but the older Sadie had packed her away years ago. Along with the short skirts and crop tops, and the belly button piercing she’d never quite managed to re-insert after the instructor at Center Parcs wouldn’t let her abseil unless she took it out. Years ago.
    I’m not that person any more.
    I don’t belong here.
    She shook her head and turned to leave, but just then Mac reappeared at the door. He was smiling but appeared to have been duly reprimanded, and was called back to the doorway briefly by the Captain, who muttered something under his breath then hovered a while before shaking his head and turning away. Mac rolled his eyes and skipped back over.
    â€˜Sorry about that. Where were we?’ he said.
    â€˜About to say goodbye, I’m afraid. Good luck with your power-yacht.’
    â€˜Superyacht.’
    â€˜Is that really a thing?’
    â€˜Yes, it’s really a “thing”.’
    â€˜Well, that then. Now I’ve really got to go.’ She stood up and went to put her shoes back on.
    â€˜Oh – not on here,’ he said, reaching out an arm and stopping her. ‘The Captain will kill you if you make any marks on his precious deck that I’ve spent the last hour scrubbing.’
    Sadie paused with her high heel half on, half off and the whole world went into slow motion. To her utter dismay, her leg went one way and her heel went the other. She swayed unsteadily, nearly toppled over the side, and then lurched straight forward – right into his open arms.
    Her precious designer bag, however, made a bid for freedom. It swung loose, and before she could react, it was in the air, over the railings and down the side of the hull, making a small plop as it fell into the sea, yards below.
    â€˜Oh my God! It’s sinking, it’s sinking!’ she cried, making a bid for the edge.
    â€˜Hold on, Trouble!’ He pulled her back.
    â€˜My life’s in that bag!’
    â€˜Well, we’d better get it back then, hadn’t we? Allow me.’ In one smooth movement, he launched himself over the side. Sadie was speechless. She felt her knees going weak, and stumbled further along, trying to get a better view. She squinted her eyes, breathed deeply, and waited for him to reappear.
Please God let him bring it back.
    Her mind went into overdrive, playing out various ‘no mobile’ scenarios, and struggled to even remember her home number.