“I’m the chef tonight,” Troy announced as he let them in to the condo. “How do steak and some veggie kebobs cooked on the grill sound?”
Juan gave him a weak smile. “Very good, but it’s only my left hand. I could still cook.”
Troy shook his head. “No damn way. You need a night off. Go lie down a while and give your fur-girl someTLC. I’ll take care of a couple of items of business I left hanging and then start dinner.”
Juan nodded. “Okay. Call me when you’re ready, and I will help finish things up.”