“There’s a barbeque out back, at least according to Aaron. And the smell of cooking meat,” he added when he took a breath of wood smoke on the air. “Aw, fuck you all,” Emilio groaned. “I’m fuckin’ starving, and these assholes ordered pizza.” Jude grinned. “I’ll make it up to you. All you have to do is get home safely.” “Babe, don’t make promises you aren’t prepared to keep,” Emilio said with a low growl. “I want to fuckin’ feast, and it ain’t at some buffet.”
