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Chapter 5
5 “Hi there.” Jack grinned and shifted from one foot to another as if he’d suddenly found himself in the galley. Marina glared at him. “Did you take a wrong turn? The head is to your left.” “I’d like for us to talk, Marina.” “As you can see, I’m pretty busy,” she said, lifting the glass of champagne she had just poured to celebrate the dinner with Kai and Len. And she was hot, tired, and in no mood to talk to Jack. Plus, damp tendrils of hair hung around her face, which was probably bright red from cooking crepes over the stove. Running a hand through thick brown hair that had grown longer since he’d been in Summer Beach, Jack took a step toward her. “Look, I had no idea you were working as a chef for Charles and Anne. When I found out you had made this meal, I felt like a double i***
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