An hour later, he entered his cabin, his arms full of groceries, when his phone rang. He dropped the bags as gently to the floor as he could and pulled his phone from his pocket. It was Sam. He swiped the screen.
“Hey, didn’t expect to hear from you so early.”
“Well, I talked with Graham and why don’t you run over and have dinner with us, okay?”
“Sure. I can be there in about fifteen minutes. I need to put groceries away.”
“See you soon.”
Aiden picked up the bags and made his way into the small kitchen, quickly putting everything in its place. He was out the door and on his motorcycle in minutes. He normally drove his car to work, but otherwise, he used the motorcycle for everything else.
He pulled up to Sam and Graham’s house in mere seconds, and found himself seated at their kitche
