QUOTE : There is something I’ve been meaning to ask you,” she said as she handed Zack a bratwurst. It was a little awkward, but if Zack was the man she was going to marry, she needed to know what she was getting into. “Yes?” “That story about the fish. Is it true?” Zack’s grin was roguish. “I don’t know. What have you heard?” “Something about a hundred pounds of fish dumped on a merchant’s fancy desk. Is it true?” Zack took a large bite of his sausage and watched her through laughing eyes as he chewed. How could she consort with a man with such a shocking reputation? She was a safety-and-security girl, and Zack was an untamed force of nature. He finished chewing and sent her a wicked grin. “It was trout,” he said proudly. “And we’ve never had substandard fish palmed off on us since.