He shows almost all his teeth at once. It’s a little alarming. “Nice name. Means pretty but it falls far short. Your folks should have chosen the word for gorgeous instead. Are you traveling alone, Jolie?” I narrow my eyes. “Why?” He props an elbow on my table and takes a shallow sip of his drink, watching me over the rim of his glass. “Me too. I have a stateroom on the Commodore deck.” “Good for you.” He chuckles as if I’m being coy, and tilts his glass in my direction. “Which deck are you on?” As if I would answer that, even if I had a suite. “I forget.” “That ring just for show?” he asks
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