Chapter Thirty-FourJake's fire pit stood near to his wooden shed, the wooden logs inside beginning to settle as a warm breeze blew across the enclosed garden. He took his faithful bamboo stick, rustling the burning wood as Alicia, Lauren and Scarlett hooted and giggled at the bottom of the garden. “Not long now,” he stated happily. “Give it a few minutes and I'll put the chicken on.”
“Don't leave it too long,” Wilf countered. “My belly is grumbling.”
“Your belly is always grumbling,” Jo quipped, punching her man lightly on the shoulder. “Emma, shall we go and get the salad ready? Leave these brutes outside to tend the fire.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Emma replied. “I need a refill anyway.”
The two women headed back inside, leaving the men by the wrought iron fire pit. Tamatan had ditched t
