“You know what you’re doing, Chandler?”
“Of course I do, Brooke,” Chandler assured as he stood next to the Weber barbecue.
Brooke looked down at the coals and barely saw the orange glow of heat. “I don’t think the fire is hot enough.”
“That’s an easy fix.” Chandler picked up a bottle of lighter fluid. “I have years of barbecuing experience,” he bragged then squirted a stream of fluid onto the coals. Suddenly a fireball whooshed up and burned everything on the grill into cinders.
Brooke looked at Chandler crossly.
“Didn’t say I was good at it,” he retorted.