Chapter 19

“I guess I’m not really ‘selling’ the job, am I? But I’m not sure you can even call it a job, not a proper one, anyway. With benefits and stuff like that.”

“There you go again—tempting me with outrageous promises. How you’ll make all my dreams come true. Low pay and a job that’s not really a job.” I chuckled. “How can I resist? Listen. I grew up here in Fawcettville, and I’ve been gone a long time. I just moved home. And—” I paused for effect. “I actually used to be a personal chef, back in Seattle, where I lived for a long time.”

“Seattle, really?”

Maisie expressed more interest in the town I was from than my prior cooking experience, and I wondered why.

“Did you live there long?”