Soon he pulled into the parking lot at the Brentwood Marina, and I said, “The date’s here?” “What?” he asked. “You weren’t expecting a fine-dining nautical experience?” I relaxed my brow. “It doesn’t seem very Tyler Griffen, farm boy from Texas with the cutest southern twang.” He chuckled, the sound melting me from the inside out. “It’s Tyler Griffen, formerly landlocked redneck who wants to impress the most beautiful girl in California.” My eyelids drifted closed with my smile, and I shook my head. “You are no redneck, you southern charmer.” “On that note, let me keep up my good streak and
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