When Sully got back home that evening, he found Cordelia out on the back patio. She was wearing jean shorts and a loose white t-shirt and her feet were bare; she looked relaxed and gorgeous. He leaned against the door to the backyard and watched her flip two steaks. “So,” he drawled. “You gonna show me how it’s done with the barbecue?” She flashed him a grin. “Uh-huh. Get ready, babe…I’m a master with fire.” “I don’t doubt it.” “Besides? I figured that since we’ll be missing Karen’s barbecue next week, we’d better have one now.” She shut the lid. “You want potatoes with melted cheese with your steak? Or are we going to go with a green salad?” “Both?” he said hopefully. “And what can I do to help?” She laughed. “OK. Both it is. And you can grab me a beer from the fridge.” He paused.

