Chapter 4

“It’s your birthday. Let me buy you breakfast.”

He felt Aiden’s hands shake, but Aiden only smiled down at him. “Sure,” he said again. Tris lost his breath when Aiden’s lips brushed his cheek, then Aiden left with a wave to the waitress.

Tris stared at his congealing eggs while his thoughts churned in confusion and fragile hope. What had the kiss meant? God…damn, Aiden wouldn’t play with him, would he? Was it more punishment? Wasn’t losing his parents enough for everyone?

He jerked back, stumbling up from his chair as a fist slammed into the table beside his plate. Murphey folded his arms on his chest, daunting at six feet, all bulging muscles and navy tattoos.

“I didn’t want to ruin Aiden’s breakfast,” the man said, his voice cold and laced with dislike. Tris felt the threat as the man leaned closer across the counter. “But Drew and Patty were good customers and even better friends, and there’s no fucking way I’ll let their murderer sit in my diner. Get the hell out, now.”