Chapter 9

“This is delicious,” Ryan said a few minutes later.

“Thank you. I’ll have to admit, I found the recipe online, a year or so ago. It’s become one of my favorites, when I actually eat at home.”

“You normally don’t?” Ryan asked.

“Cooking for one isn’t terribly exciting. You probably feel the same way.”

“Yeah. Fast food or pizza is me, more often than not.”

“We’ll have to change that, for both of us,” Merrick replied almost under his breath. When Ryan looked at him in surprise, Merrick shrugged. “Just an idea, since we’re both bachelors. Not every night by any means, but maybe every once in a while?”

“Possible, I guess.” Ryan wasn’t about to commit to his suggestion unless or until he got to know Merrick better. To change the subject, he asked, “Why advertising?”

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“Why not?” Merrick replied. “It’s as good a profession as any. All right, that didn’t sound too good. I majored in business, because my father wanted me to do something useful with my life.”