Chapter 12

“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.”