Chapter 63
“No. Don’t cut the lettuce, tear it.”
“What’s the difference?”
“If I have to explain it, you wouldn’t understand.”
“Bite me.” Jim stuck out his tongue.
“After dinner.” They kissed as Dad came in.
He chuckled, making Jim blush.
Dad patted Brian’s back. “I appreciate your cooking. I swear I have no idea where you got those skills—sure as hell not from me.”
“You do okay. You taught me how to make eggs, grilled cheese, steaks, and to shoot a gun, not that I’ll ever really use it on any living creature.”
The doorbell rang. “I’ll get it.” Dad rushed off. Moments later, he led a pretty woman into the kitchen. “Boys, I’d like you to meet someone.”