The Rocky Road to Romance (13 page)

“Okay, everything I need to know to be an A-one ship's cook,” Stephanie said. She narrowed her eyes at the menu. According to Lucy, she was supposed to begin by making yeast rolls for supper and fish stew, biscuits, chocolate chip cookies, and fresh fruit for lunch. Stephanie checked her watch. Eleven o'clock.
She looked at the woodstove and thought authenticity had been carried a bit far.

Ivan squatted at the top of the ladder. “How's it going?”

“We're stopping at a fast-food place for lunch, aren't we?”

He grimaced and left.

“Does that mean
no?
” Stephanie called after him.

A young man swung down the stairs Tarzan style. His T-shirt was three sizes to large, and his baggy shorts hung precariously low on his hips. He struck a negligent pose against the stairwell and looked at her over the top of his dark glasses.

“Ace,” he said with a crooked grin. “I'm here to answer your every need.”

Ivan reappeared. “He's here to do your dishes and peel your potatoes. He's nineteen and walking on very thin ice.” He gave Ace a stern look and vanished.

“The captain runs a tight ship,” Ace explained. “And I'm kind of a loose sort of guy.”

“You know anything about working this woodstove?”

“Sure.”

“Good. You're in charge. I do the cooking, and you do the wood stuff.”

Ace took a chunk of wood from the cache under the stove and flipped it into the air. He spun around and caught the wood one-handed. “I'm good with my hands,” he said, giving Stephanie another crooked grin.

This poor kid has watched too many Tom Cruise movies,
Stephanie thought. He had him down pretty well, too, except Ace's nose was larger, making him seem closer to Snoopy doing Joe Cool.

“Okay, Ace, I'm going to give your hands a chance to make lunch. I think we'll have an abbreviated menu of fish chowder and biscuits. I don't suppose we have twenty or thirty cans of fish chowder lying around somewhere?”

“Don't suppose we do.”

“Okay,” Stephanie said, “then we'll go to plan two. Find a recipe for the blasted stuff.” She fumbled in the cabinet drawer for Lucy's recipe book and tore out the chowder page. “You assemble the soup ingredients, and I'll get started on the biscuits.” Her eyes opened wide
at the biscuit recipe. “Twelve cups of flour? I'll need a cement mixer to make this recipe.”

Ace plunked a huge earthenware bowl onto the counter and gave Stephanie's waist a squeeze. “This is the bowl Lucy uses for biscuits,” he said, dropping a kiss on Stephanie's shoulder.

Stephanie waved a large wooden spoon at him. “This is the spoon Stephanie uses for smacking knuckles. Kiss me again, and you'll never play the piano.”

Ace looked insulted. “How can you resist me? I'm oh so cool.”

“Listen, Ace, I'm going to level with you. I don't know diddly about cooking for twenty-six people, I've never been on a ship before, and this is the first time I've seen a woodstove up close. I'm doing this so my cousin Lucy can have a honeymoon, and—”

“Lucy got married? No joke?”

“She's marrying Stanley Shelton, the plumber.”

Ace looked impressed. “It's always nice to have a plumber in the family.”

“My sentiments exactly.”