Scott stepped out of the beach house and onto the back patio, where Harry stood in front of a smoking grill. “Here’s where the party is,” he said, grinning. “Look at this place. It looks amazing.”
Harry twisted toward him from the grill, smiled, and went back to rotating the corn. “It came in nicely,” he said.
“I’ll say.” Scott had seen the ultimate outdoor kitchen at the house down the street—where Harry had once lived. But when he’d married Cass over the summer, he’d moved in here with her and sold the home two or three down the road.
That house had everything a man needed to make a meal outdoors, and Cass’s back patio hadn’t even had a freestanding grill. It still didn’t, as the one where Harry stood had been built into stone, with a flat countertop beside it which currently held a b
