Chapter Thirteen
Saturday afternoon, Trace, Travis and Sterling arrived next door at the Grace property ready to help put the finishing touches on the yard. The night before, the men had gathered and shared one of Big Mike McCallister's specialty kegs while they dug the pit for the pig and then lit the coals. Now, fifteen hours later, the yard smelled of roast pig, freshly baked bread, and apple pie. Dottie bustled up, face pink from exertion. "Thank heavens you boys are here," she said. "Sterling can you and Travis direct traffic? Guests are going to be here in an hour, and CiCi and I are still prepping food." She eyed Trace with a smile. "You clean up good, young man. You look like yer startin' to belong here."
Trace stood a little taller under her scrutiny. That was high praise, comin
