Chapter 39

“Hey. I sit on my ass almost as much as you do, I bet.”

“Probably not. And I should mow mylawn, before it turns into a jungle.”

“Plant a garden.”

“We started to, but never got to finish it.” Spence shook his head, going back to the patio. “We joked about burying bodies there. I guess I should be glad Fowler didn’t take it quite that far when he killed Jeff.”

“Hey.” Gregg gripped Spence’s arm. “Enough of that. We’re supposed to be enjoying the evening, not thinking about that bastard.”

“Yeah. I know. I hope he shows up tonight so—”

“I said no more about him, and I meant it.” Gregg released his grip, sitting down beside Spence. “What were you going to plant?”

“The usual, I guess. What you have, plus beets, cucumbers and corn, and maybe some strawberries.”

“Raspberries. Much better.”

Spence snorted. “That’s a matter of opinion. I’m…okay, this probably sounds…girly. But I love strawberries dipped in chocolate.”

“Try raspberries and chocolate,” Gregg riposted with a grin.