The ocean sparkles in the distance, the gentle waves shimmering like scattered diamonds. Jack’s hand is firmly wrapped around mine, his grip strong and reassuring. I can’t help but feel a sense of contentment in this moment, as if the world has paused just for us.
He glances at me with a mischievous smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You know,” he begins, his tone light and teasing, “I must be quite the catch if random women are slipping me their phone numbers.”
I roll my eyes but can’t help laughing. “Oh, really? Should I be worried, Mr. Whitaker?”
“Absolutely,” he says, his grin widening. “I mean, look at me. I’m a tall, handsome journalist with a mysterious past. Women can’t resist.”
I laugh again, shaking my head. “You’re impossible, Jack.”
He pulls me closer, his tone pla
