Chapter 11

Four hours later, the plane landed. The last time Vance had been at that fishing town, it was to track down Rosalea. This time, he kept telling himself that he was just here to unwind. But as soon as he touched down, he couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to dig into every aspect of her life in this town. The moment Vance entered the tavern, every eye turned to him. Someone recognized him and threw an arm around his shoulders like they'd been old buddies for years. "So, you're Rose's husband? I never would've guessed it. She used to go on about you like you were some kind of tightwad, always mad at her and holding a grudge. But you don't seem like the cheap type. You actually look like the generous kind." It wasn't Vance who was well-known. It was Rosalea. She'd come here to work on big fishing boats. At first, no one thought that she'd make it. Women on those crews were few and far between, and even many of the men couldn't handle the grind. But Rosalea proved everyone wron