He stumbled out of Aaron’s truck as soon as his brother parked it and wandered over to his own. He let his hand hover over the hood for a moment, inspecting the paint job. It was, as he’d thought upon first glance, flawless. Whoever had done the paint had also finished the bodywork he hadn’t had a chance to get to yet. With Heather’s comment in mind, he slid his hand over the hood, making a show of hugging his truck.
“So, that’s the first surprise,” Aaron remarked. “Come on around back, and we’ll get to the rest.”
With Heather’s arm around his waist, he followed Aaron to the backyard where a banner saying Welcome Home, Jeremiah had been strung between two posts. Tracie had her smoker going full force with June and Beth and Lindsay helping.
Excited whining and barking drew his attention
