EpilogueSeven months later
Bassel stomped his feet and held his hands up to the fire. He’d invested in a cast iron fire pit with a griddle, and people did appreciate the flatbread. He grinned at Dag, who sat on one of the folding chairs next to the food cart. “Tomorrow, I think we’ll do tomato soup. I feel in my soul it’s tomato soup day.”
Dag rolled his eyes, but a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, exactly like Bassel had predicted.
Life was good. Come Inside was up and running again, but Thor didn’t work nearly as much as he had before. On the weekdays, he was home in time to tuck Dag into bed, and he had Sundays off.
The apartment above the club had been restored, but Thor and Dag hadn’t moved back, wouldn’t move back. They were right where they belonged, and Bassel had more
