Chapter 10

Tris shook his head. He could lie to himself all he wanted, but it would be a long time before he found someone to replace Aiden. If he ever could. At the moment, the thought of being with anyone else only made him feel sad. He sighed, picked a two-by-four off the pile and placed it across the sawhorse to be cut into the desired lengths.

He ran his fingers over the rough wood, recalling the innumerable times he’d done this for his father. He carefully measured the length then took up the saw. The scent of the cut wood acted as a sharp reminder of the afternoons he’d slipped away to the shed with Aiden for some sexy play. Hell.

Tris wiped a trickle of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand then sawed in earnest, focusing on the movement of the blade through wood, welcoming the distraction from his lonely thoughts. 4