The Cajun jumped in. “You don’t miss him so much?”
“No, I’m more upset at him for leaving the people than for myself. He should be here protecting defenseless folks.”
“He’s doing what he thinks is best.”
“Maybe or maybe not.” I rose to my feet. I’d had a belly full of my past. “You need to eat and no liquor tonight. You need your strength.”
“What? I’m perfectly fine. See?” He raised his shirt. The deep bruises had faded but I remembered how I felt when Aidan had healed me from a fatal wound. I was putting my foot down. “Sorry! One night doing without liquor won’t hurt you. I’m going to find us something to eat.” I threw over my shoulder as I headed for the kitchen. “Don’t move off that couch!” I ordered before I disappeared to the back.
The kitchen felt like a mixture of old and conte
