“Easy, love,” a familiar, accented voice murmured.
“Aiden?” Her eyes settled on his glowing green gaze. “Oh, Aiden. You came back!”
“Aye,” he agreed. “I came back. I couldn’t leave ye.”
“What’s going on?” The bedroom door flew open, smashing against the far wall, and Clarissa barreled into the room, eyes wild. “Are you all right… Oh!”
She froze at the sight of Lia, clasped tight in Aiden’s embrace. Brett crashed into her back. “What’s happen— oof!”
“Rissa, Dr. Jordan,” Lia said, her embarrassment clear in her sheepish voice, “I’d like you both to meet Aiden. Aiden, this is my best friend Clarissa. She came to help me out after… after everything that happened. And this is Dr. Brett Jordan. He… I met him on the boardwalk the other day. This is his house.”
Aiden turned a concerned gaze
