Chapter 13

“Why didn’t you make the call?” Tristan peered at him from under a creased brow.

“I’d rather wait until the ladies have left, to get a little privacy.”

Tristan did his annoying one-eyebrow thing, a smile almost forming on his lips, but then he turned his attention to the TV.

“Coffee?”

Aiden startled as—Jen?—put down a cup in front of him. He scrunched his nose. Ordinary coffee, probably low budget. eldquo;A large latte, please.ardquo; He pushed away the cup before she could pour any of the rat poison slushing around in the pot in her hand.

“Oh…I’m sorry, we don’t have that here. Coffee or tea, or maybe you want some juice?”