“Did you get hold of who you needed to?” Why the fuck was he asking? It was obvious things hadn’t gone the way Aiden had hoped.
“I think I’ll just have to head back home when the roads have opened. I can stay in a hotel, if you want.”
Tristan choked on his coffee, then he started laughing. “Oh, darling, there aren’t any hotels here.”
Aiden’s eyes snapped up, anger simmering like molten lava. “Don’t you dare patronise me!” He pushed at the table and was on his feet before Tristan had a chance of grasping what the hell was going on. The plate with the omelette flew right into his lap, and he grabbed it as Aiden stormed out the door. Through the window, Tristan could see him kicking at the snow, which had piled even thicker while they’d been inside.