Cardan
It’s almost like she’s been avoiding me.
Fiona that is.
It’s the first full week I’ve gone without sighting her once.
I’m driving down the streets in my range rover when my gaze shifts to the side momentarily. I do a double take the second I spot Alden at my Cabin, with a bag slung over his shoulder, his body bent at the waist as he tucks something underneath the welcome mat.
What the hell is that freeloader doing?
I don’t know what the hell it is, but something makes me pull my car into the lawn, killing the engine after rolling down the windows. He still hasn’t noticed me yet.
I pop my head out the door and raise my voice, “What the hell are you doing?”
His shoulders stiffen for a moment, before he turns around to face me.
The scowl on his face has humor rising inside
