The yacht swelled on a wave and roused her from her reverie.

She turned and connected with her husband David, cool as the deep as he steadied his 40-footer Amandine.

She needed to maintain the fantasy.. for the time being.

She returned to her thoughts. Dreaming had become more than just something that happened at night… ever since she had encountered Saul.

It was easy to see why any woman could be attracted to him. Atypical of a sculptor with his broad shoulders, countered by his slender hips, salt-and-pepper locks… and a smile that perfectly summed up his attitude to life.

And he screamed escape.