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only a few days left on this boat before they went their separate ways. Regardless, he wanted to dive right in, make every second count. Then maybe he’d spend his inheritance buying this boat and docking it right outside of the town he lived in.
    Such ridiculous thoughts should’ve scared him, but not this time, not with her. Maybe he should go to his room and think on that, find some fear and leave this woman alone. Of course, that would be the sane thing for a wanna-be introvert like himself to do. His family had never let him give into his natural whims enough. But, rather than being desperate to run and hide, this time, in this moment, he didn’t want to be alone. He didn’t want a game. He didn’t want anything but to be with a woman he’d soon probably never see again.
    Throwing caution, and his geeky ways, to the strong breeze this ship created, he turned his attention back to the angel beside him who hadn’t answered his question as he stood up to go to the bar.
    “Drink?” he repeated.
    “Ah, no. I haven’t reached my work limit, but still, I think, no.”
    “They limit your drinks?”
    “They have rules for everything. Keeps the ship running smoothly and actually allows us more freedoms in the end, if that makes sense.”
    “Sure. I guess so.” He shrugged, amazed by the depth of thought it took to give into authority to a degree to gain more freedoms in the end.
    He’d thought on it himself before, the whole rules and independence interplay. Hell, it was the theme of his existence, when to give, when to bend, when to stick up your middle finger and move on.
    “When I get back, I want to hear more about your ship life,” he added.
    “Okay, but it’s not really that exciting.”
    “Just give me a minute,” he rushed through the words, and then off in the direction of the bar.
    He forced himself not to run. He hated to waste time, but he needed a bit more liquid courage to keep going. Wouldn’t be the first time he’d used hard liquor to get through an evening, only this time was the first he’d been the one to want it, to want to socialize, befriend, and just maybe fall in love.
    Though ladies threw themselves at him often, it’d never mattered how he acted. They were just after his father’s money. Sam, on the other hand, she would judge him for just who he was, and this new development scared the shit out of him. He couldn’t skate by on looks or bank accounts with her. The facts, as his brain had just presented them to him, made his true loner personality manifest in ways it hadn’t been allowed in many years of meeting the women his parents had chosen for him. The true difference, before he hadn’t cared what the women thought of him, now all he could think about was what she might be thinking of him.
    A big gulp of whiskey created a nice burn in his throat as he sat down beside her again. He thanked the gods he had a rugged exterior that, in this day and age, prevented most from getting close enough to realize what a game-loving, fantasy guy he truly was. Truth remained, before he’d rather create a fictional world than live in the real elite place of the wealthy and entitled he’d been born into.
    With another gulp, he knew Sam would see though it all, and he prayed to whomever would listen to him, she’d still want to talk to him after.
    “So, tell me more about you, your full name, where you’re from, how you got to be working here?” he questioned, forgetting to act all manly and aloof about it.
    “You want my social security number too?” She laughed.
    The light sound shook him to his core. He wanted to kiss her in the worst way, but first he had to get to know her without sounding like his father interviewing a potential employee.
    “Sorry, didn’t mean it to sound like a job interview, just really curious. I hope you’ll take that as a compliment. It’s meant as one, not an interrogation.”
    “James…Jaws, not sure what to call you, are you used to getting what