“You’re not seriously going to jump in, are you?” Tyler called out, leaning against the railing of the yacht, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to catch the breeze. Paige stood a few feet away, barefoot on the polished deck, her sundress fluttering around her thighs as she peered over the edge into the dark, shimmering water below. “Why not?” she shot back, grinning. “It’s not every day you get to swim under the stars.”

They’d met earlier that evening at the party, introduced by mutual friends who insisted they’d hit it off. Tyler, with his easy confidence and sun-kissed skin, had been drawn to Paige’s sharp wit and the way her auburn hair caught the light as she laughed. She was taller than most women, her toned legs and slender frame accentuated by the simple dress she wore. Her green eyes sparkled with mischief, and Tyler couldn’t help but notice the way her lips curved when she smiled.

“Fine,” he said, stepping closer, his voice low. “But if you jump, I’m jumping with you.” Paige raised an eyebrow, her smile widening. “Deal,” she said, her voice teasing. She took a step back, her eyes locking with his, and for a moment, the music and chatter of the party faded into the background. Then, without warning, she turned and sprinted toward the edge, her laughter trailing behind her as she leapt into the night.