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“Sounds exciting. Will there be pirates?”
Cate snorted. “Hardly. Unless you call the tourist-shop owners pirates. Though, they will rob you blind for shell jewelry boxes and shot glasses.”
“Sounds perfect. I thought this was an island tour, after all. Aren’t you going to show me around?”
Cate studied Tack, wary. “There’s a nice seafood place there. But it’s pricey. All the restaurants in Smuggler’s Cove are pricey. It’s the gentrified part of the island.”
“I’m paying,” Tack said.
“I don’t need...”
“I said I’m paying.” Tack grinned, and he could see Cate relenting.
“But I’m not dressed for...”
Tack glanced at the people walking down the small cobblestone streets. “Looks like they’re all dressed like us,” he said. “Aren’t shoes dressing up on an island?”
Cate sighed, and Tack knew then that he had her. She’d run out of excuses. “Fine,” she said.
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