Chapter Sixty-One
Jia carried in the silver tray from her kitchen. A perfectly roasted duck, the skin crispy, sat on the tray. A perfect co-mingling of spices filled the air, and her stomach rumbled at the scent. She moved over to the dining room table where Erik sat and put the tray in the center.
“Since you complained last time you were here about not having duck,” she commented.
Erik laughed. “I’m just saying, if you invite a man to your place, you should give him duck. Especially since you cook it so well.” He stood and picked up a knife to carve the bird. “The last time you invited me, it was because you’d made a big decision.” He cut down the side. “Have you made another big decision?”
“I have been thinking,” Jia admitted. “Even if we tell the captain we’re not leaving for a few
