CHAPTER NINETEEN
The next morning, Jules instructed Yvette to tell anyone who came to the door she was still suffering from a stomach virus. No one, especially Enrique, would want any part of that.
Now, hours later, Jules stood with her hands on the wheel, the wind against her face. She was nervous and excited. Adrenaline coursed through her veins.
They were halfway through the course, running ahead of their closest competitor.
The tension and noise level had increased from yesterday’s match. The wind and waves had, too. Both had become stronger over the last twenty-four hours, making her job more difficult.
Water splashed into the cockpit. A foul weather suit kept her dry. Each member of the crew had a responsibility and knew what to do. Hers was to steer the boat. She focused on the
