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Jake smirks. “If I had a nickel for every time a woman told me that . . .”

I ignore his innuendo and finish my goat ball, taking careful mental notes. I’m determined to replicate these little bites of heaven. There’s something in the batter that gives it a subtle crunch.

“What are you up to today?” he asks.

“I kind of want to get a feel for Jackson Harbor