Epilogue
Two Years Later
Mikey
“Those are hot dogs.”
I looked over my shoulder at Big John, who stood beside Liam’s patio table with a beer in one hand and the judgmental expression of a man who had apparently appointed himself barbecue police.
“Very observant.”
“This is not barbecue.”
I flipped one of the burgers. “There are burgers. There are hot dogs. There’s meat over fire. Sounds like barbecue.”
“No. This is grilling. Trust me, I know barbecue, and throwing a hot dog on a grill does not make it barbecue.”
Eric groaned from his chair. “Here we go.”
Liam reached into the cooler. “Stop talking like you own a smokehouse in Texas.”
“I know meat.”
Eric started laughing. “That sounded wrong.”
I nearly dropped the tongs.
Big John flipped him off while Liam shook his head.
“I lo
