“So, I turned off the main road?”
Tristan’s frown deepened. How the hell should he know? “You came by car, I take it?”
“Well, yeah. I left it by the road…or on it…I don’t really know.”
“You left your car on the road?” Washeout of his ever-loving mind? You couldn’t leave a car on the road. Someone could crash right into it.
“I spun around and then I got stuck, so I didn’t have much choice.”
Tristan fisted his hands. Aiden had left his car on the road and hadn’t said a thing about it during the entire night or morning. Tristan wanted to slap himself. Of course, the moron would’ve come by car, what else? He should’ve asked, should’ve gone out looking for a car yesterday as soon as he’d got Aiden out of his wet clothes. What if someone had crashed into it and was stuck on the road, cold and injured?
“That’s it! We need to go.”