Chapter 7: Lattes and MassagesAiden glanced at the two ladies sitting at the table in the corner. He did not want the first conversation he had with his mother to be overheard by two gossiping women—the whole town would know about it in seconds. He knew how places like this worked.
He glanced at Tristan, who remained close to the redheaded woman who worked there. He’d assumed Tristan didn’t have anyone special—considering how he lived, it wasn’t far-fetched to believe he was a bachelor.
Every pair of eyes in the run-down motorway café was turned his way, and he was starting to feel a bit uneasy.
“The phone call can wait until we’ve eaten. Didn’t you say you were starving?” He smiled at Tristan, hoping he wouldn’t mention anything about Aiden’s bratty comment outside. This crowd didn’t l
