Chapter 42

Turning off the lamp on the desk, he rolled his shoulders again. He couldn’t let Tristan know how much pain he was in. He would insist on Aiden taking a few days off, and he simply couldn’t. He wanted Tristan to see him as a responsible adult, someone he could rely on. Aiden needed to bring money to the table. How would they ever have a future together if Tristan had to take care of him all the time?

Changing to his outdoor shoes, he plastered a smile on his lips and exited the studio. There were still people in Jen’s café. He couldn’t let them see how tired he was.

A massage therapist couldn’t look worn. He couldn’t tell anyone his back ached or his shoulders were stiff. They came to him because they believed he could fix them, help them to a healthier life, and he could. But if they suspected his muscles were screaming, or that he was tired enough to sleep for a week, they would stop coming.