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"You worked with your hands when you were young," she guessed

"I didn’t mind"

The ansas so short and casual that she could have easily dis made her probe for a more cohed it off "Everybody has to work"

"Not everybody Some people are born with a silver spoon in their mouths But not you"

"Few people are Look at yourself," he deflected "You want to work because it gives you independence fro aboutabout you" She pointed at his hands "You don’t have the hands of an idle man"

"Is that why you believed me when I said I worked in construction?"

She nodded "Partially"

"And the other part?"

"You seemed so normal So down to earth And nice"

"Ahh, the killer word: nice What guy doesn’t want to be labeled nice?" he joked

Shaking her head, she rolled her eyes at hi the subject now We were talking about you"

"Yeah, I know About how nice I aotten

She slapped the back of her hand against his bicep "Can’t you be serious?"

"I thought you didn’t want serious Didn’t you tell ht I was a waiter that you just wanted to have fun?"

"Oh, great, now you’re gonna use ainst me?" But she couldn’t be mad at him She liked the friendly banter between theet what he’d done, how he’d deceived her Almost, but not entirely

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They reached a small coastal co the yacht at a small marina with both commercial boats and sailboats, Jay looked at her