Chapter 11: Hot Cocoa and Tickling MuzzlesIt was a strange night. The food was delicious, even though it was chicken. Jen was a doll—once she got past what Aiden had said about Tristan. Maybe she’d had the right to be angry with him; he wasn’t entirely sure. And Luke was super cute. Aiden couldn’t help but gaze longingly as he fell asleep in Tristan’s arms ten minutes after he’d swallowed his last bite. Aiden didn’t want children, but he liked the look of Tristan sitting there with his dark beard, the plaid shirt stretched over his thick arms and wide shoulders, and a sleeping kid on his lap. Luke’s little head dipped lower and lower against his chest the longer he sat there. None of it was particularly strange, but there was a lot of tension. Something hung in the air, and it made Aiden t
