Chapter Three
Chance
Our first week together as a fake couple was better than just nice. I’d never spent that much one-on-one time with Ruby. So far, I loved it.
Her job had its perks, fresh fish being the main one. She came home about eight each night, usually with a fresh catch in the cooler she took to work with her. “Mahi-mahi,” she called out as she came in through the back entrance.
My mouth watered as I jumped up from where I’d been chillin’ to get to the kitchen. “Great! I brought home some sushi and pickled asparagus that we can have with it.”
She laid out the plastic bag with the chunks of fish in it. “Do we have any rice?”
“I’ve got some in the pantry.” Putting on my apron, I turned the gas stove on and found my favorite iron skillet. “I’m thinking blackened fish. What do
