The white-sand beach on Mahé Island in the Seychelles was breathtaking. Millie never imagined seeing the Indian Ocean. If only she could enjoy her time here… Maybe someday she could return. Now she had to find something better to wear for her next solo stoppage.
Kneeling on the cabana floor, she dug through her pack. Nerves threatened to overwhelm her. She forced herself not to glance at the blue bikini she’d removed two minutes ago. Perhaps a production assistant had taken pity when stuffing Millie’s backpack full of clothing and tossed in a one-piece, too. “Please be in here.”
The race was going so well. She and Jace had been working flawlessly together since South Africa. They’d remained at the top of the pack.
The team to beat.
She was pleased, except now they would separate to com
