By the time he got to Steven's house, his brother and Holly had already started feeding branches into the small fire pit on the back patio. Given the size of the burn pile and the size of the fire area, this was going to take a while.
"Hey, bro," Steven called. "Perfect timing. Can you start breaking up some of those larger branches into burnable lengths? I need to go get the saw to work on the thickest ones."
"On your way inside, you can put these in the fridge." Paul handed Steven a six-pack of Boulevard beer, his standard hostess gift.
"Ah, that's my big brother." Steven patted him on the back in a manly fashion and headed inside.
Paul bent down to pick up some branches, and he felt a light smack on his butt.
"Hey cutie," Holly grinned.
"Hey yourself," he smiled. "You're smacking
