Chapter 9
The little seafood restaurant Ashley took Marie to that night was dimly lit with candles all over the place. After they were seated and given menus, Marie ordered crab legs, and Ashley ordered lobster tail.
“This place could make me homesick,” Marie whispered.
“Yes, the crab legs remind me of the Northwest, but lobsters are from Maine.”
“Very true,” Marie said. “I’m still partial to Northwest seafood or river fish.”
“You’ve never been to Maine, have you?” Ashley asked.
Marie shook her head.
“If we ever have two days free in a row together, we should fly up there and have some lobster right off a boat. They are so delicious.”
“Do you really think they’ll let us have days off together?” Marie asked as she sipped her wine.
“If we tell them far enough in advance, I think the
