Bob’s idea of cooking out didn’t include hamburgers and hot dogs. When Shelley called them to the table, grilled chicken quarters drenched in a teriyaki barbecue sauce awaited. There were also grilled pineapple chunks and corn on the cob, scorch marks still burning on the husks. “There’s upside-down cake for dessert,” Emma announced.
Shelley laughed. “If anyone feels like eating after all this.”
They ate in the dining room, Jack beside Aiden, and though their thighs rested together as they shared one side of the table, his lover didn’t speak to him during the meal. He was still getting the silent treatment, and he hated it. Aiden’s mood soured the whole evening, despite the cocktails before dinner. At the table Bob and Shelley kept exchanging worried glances. As good as it all looked and
