Saturday afternoon around four, I pulled up in front of the McMurtry ranch and parked next to a Lexus SUV. Most of the cars around me were pretty expensive, making me think that Nicholas’ friends were raking in the dough. Good for them.
I followed the smell of cooking meat around the back of the house. Bo was behind the grill wearing a searing yellow polo shirt that rivaled the sun. He looked up and smiled at my approach.
“Hey you.” He set down his fork and leaned in to give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He smelled of hickory and citrus-scented cologne. “How are you, hon?”
“I’ve been better. Had to draw up the papers to put Jonah into assisted living.”
Bo was sympathetic. “I’m sorry, sweetie. I know that must have hurt. Nicholas told me all about it.”
“Yeah.” To change the subject
