“I like him,” Ava says, laughing. “He’s a terrible fucking sport about everything.” My lips twitch reluctantly. After he saved Kasey, it’s clear the women have taken to him. It’s equally clear that he has no clue what to do with that. They tease the poor man incessantly. “Hey, Jayk, did you see that bird earlier?” “Jayk, my man, you need to borrow some sugar?” “Jayky, up for cribbage later?” Watching him scowl suspiciously at every gently teasing wave and wink has become the new highlight of my day.
