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"My granddaddy."

"Your granddaddy?"

"Yep."

"He taught you how to flirt?"

He laughed.

"Nah. He taught me how to treat a woman."

"I like him already."

"Most people do."

We both laughed, and it hit me how easy everything between us had become. He wasn't trying to impress me. He wasn't trying to be somebody he wasn't. He was just being Jokah and that was good enough for me. The crazy part was I felt safer with him than I did with Kyrie… and I knew Jokah, for all of five minutes.

"Okay, tell me something real. Something nobody else knows."

He thought about it for a second before leaning back in his chair. "I used to be terrified of water. I almost drowned when I was seven."

"Wait... seriously?"

"Dead serious."

"And now you own a whole yacht?"

He shrugged.

"Conquered it the hard way."

"Okay, that's actually impressive."

"I know." He smirked. "Your turn."

I laughed and shook my head. "See? That's your problem."

"What's my problem?"

"You got an answer for everything."

"Not everything."

"Everything I've asked so far."

He smiled over the rim of his glass. "Then keep asking."

I laughed, shaking my head as I reached for another crab leg. Between the yacht, the teasing, and the conversation, I had completely lost track of time. And for once I didn't mind.

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We stayed out on the water a little while longer, the yacht drifting easy through the Intracoastal instead of heading back just yet. I wanted her to enjoy it, to take in the skyline before the night was over. I poured us another drink, as we settled into the seats at the back of the yacht. Soft music played through the speakers while the city lights danced across the water around us.