Page 55 of Troubled Skies (Blue Skies #3)

THE BELLE WAS ANCHORED off the Belvauvian coast, and by the time everyone was onboard, Adrian was exhausted. The ceremony, the reception—as fun and exiting as they had been—had taken their toll, and he was looking forward to getting into his own clothing and sitting the fuck down.

“My face is numb,” he told Ren as they changed in their cabin. They were not in the forward suite they’d occupied two years before on the trip to the Maldives, but the Master. It was usually reserved for HRH, but he had graciously allowed them to use it for their honeymoon, which had opened up the forward suite for their guests to use. They’d given it to Rachel and her girlfriend, Ren saying she deserved it after all her years in crew quarters. Adrian had agreed one hundred percent.