Chapter Twenty-Two
“Have you called Annie?”
Sean was in his backyard, grilling steaks on the barbecue, enjoying some time with Zac, who was leaning against the rail of the deck. “No. You want sauce on your steak?” he asked as he poured barbecue sauce on his and then sprinkled it generously with garlic salt.
“No, don’t ruin those New York cuts. Those set me back forty buck. Maybe I should take over,” Zac said, and Sean wanted to smile, because Zac was one of the cooks who tended to come in and take over completely. This time, he’d conceded and let Sean man the grill.
“How is she?” he asked even though it was killing him to have to ask his friend how his wife was doing.
“She’s good. You should call her,” Zac said again.
The problem was that the more time went past, the easier it was no
