Sophia turned to look at Arthur and asked, “Hey, do you know what the ocean said to the shore?”

He narrowed his eyes as he pondered on this, and his curiosity was piqued when he could not think of an answer. “What did the ocean say to the shore?”

“Nothing, it just waved!” She burst into laughter, clearly amused by her own silly humor.

Just then, Arthur sputtered and started laughing, and at once, the moon lost all its beauty.

Sophia gaped at him with wide eyes, entirely stunned by his pearly whites and his open smile. He looked carefree and captivating.

In truth, he was rather astonished by how her laughter, which was in no way demure or ladylike, only prompted his

own. Son of a gun, he thought.

At that moment, her brows raised in amusement as she tilted her head to one side and appraised him openly. No woman had ever looked at him like he was a piece of art on full public display. before. Because of that, he grew self conscious and quickly asked, “What are you staring at?”

She giggled. “You. You’re quite the looker.”

As though wanting to get back at her for making him laugh earlier, he scoffed and pointed out haughtily, “Yeah, and I’m way out of your league.”

couldn’t help arguing, “I never wanted you to be in

back into the cabin, but that was when he heard Sophia mutter triumphantly, “I think it’d be more accurate to say I’m way out of

icy look at her over his shoulder. “Please, I

want to lose either. Her quick wit made her retort,

to think that this was her idea of a pick-up line. He scoffed primly and refused to be lured into this ridiculous banter. “Don’t flatter yourself.

brings us back to the question of who’s out of whose league,” she said without missing a beat as a devious smirk tugged on her

and did not try

we’re close enough to be on a first-name basis, yes?” Sophia asked, leaning forward as

withhold this

her head and decided that it had a good ring to it, then pressed further, “So, did you grow up in the

living abroad with

was

you were born with a silver

do you

of the most prim and-proper men I’ve

being used on him, and he wondered briefly if

yacht, Katrina had her eyes set on Jacob. She had heard that he was the second young master of the

still made for

glass of wine in each hand. She was a model with a slender figure that had curves

“Sure,” he said agreeably.

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