Meg“Nothing. My cousin was just leaving.” Ash scowls at Tristan and then leans down to kiss me lightly on the lips. My bullshit meter detects guilt.
“Tristan?” I look over my shoulder at the younger man, who’s standing in the snow with a bloody nose. “Let’s get you both cleaned up.”
Ash waves him away. “He’s leaving.”
My mate looks furious and oh so sexy.
Tristan spits a wad of blood into the snow, then staggers off in the blizzard. Soon he is no longer visible.
“Let’s get you inside.” I lay my hand against Ash’s cheek. “You banged your head pretty hard. I want to check your pupils.”
Ash rubs his sore jaw. “My pupils aren’t what needs checking.”
I slide my arms around him, assessing him for cracked ribs. Finding none, I steer him up the cabin steps. “What was that about?”
“Nothing.
