“Damn,” Mirabelle muttered, the word slipping out before she could catch it. Realizing her mistake, her eyes darted around the dork, ensuring no one had heard her.
It seemed no one had, everyone too busy going about their work ensuring the fifty-foot yacht was ready to hit the water. Or at least, they ignored her and paid attention to their work. Not that she blamed them.
Among the uniformed men and women who were clearly part of the crew that kept the luxurious yacht at its most efficient, there were the men who stood out like black ink on pristine white paper. And just like a dark mark on something beautiful, the men were dressed from head to toe in all black, with tactical vests and automatics slung across their chests. Mirabelle shuddered. They were certainly a reminder that they w
