Just WordsAiden forced his small sun-yellow Smart car to go as fast as it possibly could on the icy winter roads, praying it would forgive him if they survived this trip. His heart was drumming in his throat; his hands were sweating. He knew he was right there in the car, but at the same time, it was too surreal to be true.
Tristan had run off to stop some bad guys from killing that…new guy in town. From the titbits of information he’d gathered, he believed the police had tried to hide a witness in Nortown, but now the game was up.
Tristan had gone, left the café without a second thought—without informing Aiden of his intention. Had it not been for Monica rushing into the massage studio to tell him, Aiden wouldn’t have had a clue Tristan was up there in the middle of nowhere risking his
