Clara's POV
I stood on the deck as the yacht slipped away from the marina, the Caribbean sun already baking my skin through the thin fabric of my bikini. My husband Mark stood beside me, one hand resting lightly on the small of my back, while our kids, Aurora, twenty-two, and Jake, twenty four years old leaned against the railing, laughing at something the captain had just said.
Captain Leo was everything the brochure had promised. A damn fine man in his mid-thirties, tanned skin, broad-shoulders and a calm confidence that made the whole boat feel like his personal kingdom.
“Welcome aboard the Siren,” he said, voice low and easy. “Just the five of us for the next seven days. No crew, no interruptions. I’ll give you the full tour now. Hang on.”
He led us through the salon, the guest ca
