Chapter Twenty-Five
Jia downed a bit of her grilled hogfish sandwich, enjoying the sweet, mild flavor. She could see why it was so popular locally, or at least, the waitress and menu claimed it was.
She wouldn’t put it past the restaurant to insist on that just to hoodwink tourists.
When she looked up from her food, Erik was staring at her, his brow wrinkled in thought. There was no hint of the playful façade he threw up at times and that she was now learning was more a tool he used than a true reflection of the complicated and wounded man underneath.
She swallowed and took a sip of tea. “Is something wrong? You worried about Jeanne Caron?”
“No, just thinking about food,” Erik replied, focusing back on the here and now. “I have a lot of time for that lately, so I do it too much.”
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