Chapter 3
(Sitka. Present day.)
Dace had no idea how much food was in her order — it just kept coming out. She ate and listened to Paul’s story, told with stops and starts as the waitress brought more food, refilled water glasses, and tried to tempt them with dessert. Dace groaned at the thought of it. The salmon she’d just eaten had been stuffed with crab and had some kind of sauce on it. The salad had been enough for a meal in itself. She’d made Paul help her eat it. He’d ordered a hamburger, but she could tell his heart wasn’t on eating.
“Anything else I need to know before I meet your mother?” Dace asked.
“Probably, but I can’t think of anything,” he said as he laid out money for the check. And for a healthy tip, Dace noticed. He flipped open his phone and called his mother to let
