AARON HAD ONE OF THE worse nights of his life. Even through sickness, injury, and fatigue he’d had better nights’ sleep.
How could his mate ignore what they had? What they could have in the future. Their bond was indescribable, stronger than he’d ever believed possible, and that was after sharing only a couple of hours together. If they were together longer, who knew what could develop between them?
He rolled out of bed, his belly aching with a hunger that had been satisfied. Once. For one, brilliant hour, he’d had peace.
And he wanted it back.
He grabbed a pair of jeans and pulled them on, not bothering with a top, he strode out into the kitchen for his breakfast.
Jordan was already there. Sitting at the table in the dirty clothes he’d been wearing yesterday.
“Don’t you have anythin
