"YOU WERE RIGHT." Dominick Gordon looked over the blue waters of the Caribbean that spread around them, the wind of the dive boat's passage stirring his dark hair.

Stocky blonde Eric Novak blinked. "Excuse me?, He shifted on the bench seat to stare at his best friend.

"You were right about coming down here. This is perfect." The boat jounced a bit as it skimmed over the waves, motor roaring as they headed to the next reef. The tiny strip of land on the horizon was the Yucatan; ahead of them, larger, lay Cozumel. Paradise, Dom thought.

And for the first time in five years, he felt as if he could almost breathe. A week of swimming, diving, sleeping—after all he'd been through, it felt like an unimaginable extravagance. Almost as much as chartering the private dive boat instead of going with a package, but what was the point of success if he never allowed himself to enjoy any of it?

he'd somehow lost track of that. "So this stuff about me being right, you want to repeat that for the record?, Eric asked.

Dom adjusted his sunglasses and leaned back. "You lawyers, always worried about the record."

"Forget about the legal stuff, it's the Guinness Book I'm talking about. "First time ever, tycoon-in-training Dom Gordon admits he was wrong." "

"I didn't go that far. If I was smart, I'd still be at home working on the initial public offering." At home, where the mantle of responsibility for Gordon's Auto Centers weighed like an anchor on his shoulders.

"Jeez, will you get the IPO out of your head for five minutes? I keep telling you, all we can do right now is wait. It's the perfect time for a vacation. If you were back at home