Maeve
I stood near the railing of the ship, looking down at the boat that was bobbing on the water several stories below as Cleo gripped the ladder and slowly made her way up the side of the ship, her eyes fixed on my face.
Robbie was behind her, his voice carrying in the breeze as he encouraged her to keep climbing.
I grabbed her shoulders and helped her over the railing as she came within my reach. She was shaking, swallowing hard as her feet finally met the deck.
“That was terrifying,” she said, her voice trembling as she placed a hand over her heart.
I took her in my arms, squeezing gently before looking over her shoulder at Robbie as he came over the railing and landed with a sharp thud on the deck beside us.
A blond man was standing with his arms crossed over his chest, watch
