Chapter 7

He softened almost immediately. “Thank God you’re all right.”

Alec slowed as Rowan placed himself between them. “Alec, this is Martin.”

Unsure what else to do, Alec thrust out his hand in greeting. His palm wasn’t sweaty in weather as bitter as this, but he was still shaking from how monumental this was. “Hi.”

Martin glanced down, amusement flickering in his eyes, before returning the greeting. “Let’s get inside. You’re not exactly dressed for Montana.”

As they filed into the house, Alec behind Martin, Rowan at the rear, nobody bothered to introduce the fourth in their group before he disappeared with Rowan down a long hallway. Alec hesitated, wondering if he should follow, but Martin stepped into a front living room instead. The source of the chimney smoke was the massive stone fireplace on its far wall, filling the room with a woodsy smell that made Alec feel like he was camping with the Boy Scouts again.