Epilogue
“You ready to do this?” Joe asked a second time.
“Aren’t you?”
“Hell, yeah, I’m ready!”
“Then quit asking. It makes me nervous.” Ed ran his hands down the beige vest that covered the creamy linen shirts they both wore. Simple Levis and boots completed their ensembles, although Eliza had insisted they purchase new jeans and buff up the boots for the event. At least Ed was comfortable, physically, even though he could see that Joe shared his slight stress.
“’Cause you’re having second thoughts?”
“Stop it! You askin’ makes me think you are.”
“No, way. You might want to remember I’m the one that did the askin’.”
Ed laughed. “I’m pretty sure that’s not an entirely accurate description of how it went down.”
At least Joe had the good grace to blush. “I suppose we might need to g
