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Grant
Ari and I left Duffie’s after we finished dinner, and she started walking back toward my truck. I hadn’t driven all the way down the shore just to get pizza. We were on my first date, so I was going to go all out.
I grabbed her hand and looped it with mine. “This way,” I said, taking a side entrance to the boardwalk.
Her dark blue eyes were wide and alert as she took in the scene before her. The sun was low on the horizon and reflecting against the water for miles.
“You ever been down the shore before?”
“Yes. My roommates took me last summer. Shelby and Gabi are from Atlantic City, so they showed us around—um…me and Cheyenne, that is.”
“Where are you from?”
“Boston.”
“Never been there.”
“Oh, you’d love it. My dad is a CEO at a bank downtown, so I—”
I straightened visibl
