CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
When I entered my home, Hazel trotted up to greet me. I knelt and spent some time with her, stroking her soft fur.
Sometimes Hazel takes the rough edges off. I keep a bag of rawhide on the back porch. I gave her a new bone. She gladly accepted it and started crunching on it.
The kitchen smelled like hamburgers. A wall of beefy goodness hit me as I walked into the kitchen.
Darvin was standing at the stove, flipping burgers with a spatula. He was dancing to some hip-hop music on the radio, nodding his head and singing lyrics.
“Hey, guys,” he said, grinning wide. He shut off the radio next to the stove. “Hope you don’t mind we got dinner started.”
“Don’t mind at all,” I said, heading straight for the refrigerator. I opened the door and scanned the shelves.
The beer w
