He chuckled at her remark, he couldn't disagree. "I am lucky to have, not just another pretty girl, but you in my lap."
CJ watched her finger around the rim of his glass and wondered if she knew what she was doing. Of course she did. Most women did. "I like that stuff very much. That stuff is called Jack Daniels and I thought you said you already drank too much," he reminded her.
His fingers brushed absently at her sides. They didn't wander either up or down, they simply stayed at her waist and traced little invisible patterns. The breeze felt refreshing, cooler than his room had felt after sex despite the humidity that still seemed to hang in the air on deck.
"Why are you alone tonight?" he asked her. "Where's your sister?"