He set out up the trail, glancing back once to be sure they were following. There was smoke curling up from the chimney of the bunkhouse when Alaric cleared the tree line and he felt the familiar brush of Jordan"s mind. Somewhere in the distance the sun was starting to set and the smell of wood fire and some meat cooking wafted toward them.
Alaric led the way, up the steps of the bunkhouse and through the door, smiling when Jordan stepped into the dining hall from the kitchen. “Dad didn"t say you"d stuck around.”
“Wasn"t planning on it, but I heard you had extras in tow. Figured I"d stay, help them get settled.”
“Ladies, this is Jordan Collado. He"s… a friend.” Alaric settled on the easiest explanation, rather than trying to dig through the family tree. “He is kind of a fix-it guy. He r
