Epilogue
Arnie stood at the butcher block island. Collin came up behind him, wrapped him in a hug, and started nibbling on Arnie’s ear.
“Stop that,” Arnie said playfully. “I’ll never get these steaks ready for the grill if you keep that up. Besides, you need to get the coals lighted. They’ll be here any minute. Did you make the salad?”
“Yes, sir. It’s in the fridge. Just needs to be tossed,” Collin said, still persisting in his assault on Arnie’s ear.
Arnie chuckled. “Come on, Collin. I’m serious.”
“Oh, all right,” Collin said, faking a pout. “But you’ll owe me tonight after they’ve gone home.”
“A debt I’ll be only too happy to pay.” Arnie turned to face Collin and gave him a kiss. Collin slapped Arnie on the butt, and left whistling.
“And don’t let the dogs in,” he called after
