Epilogue
“Seriously?” groaned Zane. “You’re using charcoal instead of wood?”
Zane looked down as Tres piled charcoal into a grill that looked as though it came out of a top chef’s kitchen. The stainless steel was pristine, as though it had never been used. Not a smudge marred the surface. It had four burners, a surface for cutting, and cabinets for storage.
Tres held tongs in one hand and lighter fluid in the other. Across his casual jeans and T-shirt he wore an apron that read Work Like a Captain, Party Like a Pirate. The calm sea stretched for miles all around us as we lounged on the deck of his yacht.
“If I use wood,” Tres said, “it’s not barbecuing.”
“Wood gives food a unique taste.” Zane grimaced as he watched his brother spray the dark coals with fluid. “That’s too much.”
“Wood
