“Kayla! We’ve heard all about you! It’s so great to meet you! Come join us, please!”
“Oh, no. I don’t want to interrupt your dinner.”
“Don’t be silly. You’re not interrupting at all. I can’t wait to get to know you better.”
As I stand there with Aidan’s big hand curled around my upper arm and my mortification painting my entire face red, Jake smiles at me. “Hi, Kayla.”
“Jake.”
“How’s the security system doing?”
“Great, thanks.”
“Good to hear.” He glances at Aidan. “You gonna sit, or is your man here gonna throw you over his shoulder and stalk off into the woods?”
“There’s really no telling.”
Aidan puts me into a chair. He takes the one next to me. Then he props his elbows on the tabletop and stares at my profile with the intensity of an FBI interrogator.
“Aidan?” says Deb, lookin
