Chapter 12Rue looked at Noah as he dug around in his freezer. Maybe they should’ve kept some of the beans, so they had something to eat. He could go back and pick more.
“Chicken okay?” Noah glanced at him from the freezer.
“Sure. You want me to go pick more beans?”
Noah grinned, which had Rue’s heart speeding up. “Nope.” He went around Rue and placed his hands on his shoulders. “I want you to sit.” He gently guided him to one of the kitchen chairs. “And talk to me.”
“Talk?”
“Yup.” Noah let him go, but as he did, he slid a thumb over his nape. “Talk. Are you from around here?”
“No. I lived in Wallsby before.”
Noah frowned. “I don’t know where that is.”
“The west coast.”
“Oh.” He nodded and grabbed a knife and a cutting board. Next, he reached for a red onion and a few garlic cloves
