The Empty EggAiden shoved Og out of the way as the darned dog tried to take the large colourful Easter egg from his hands. It was no easy feat; Og wasn’t a small dog, and when he put his mind to something, it was almost impossible to divert him.
Aiden sighed and raked a finger over the armrest of the ratty sofa. He would give it a bit longer before he suggested buying a new one, not that Aiden’s massage studio generated much money, but this one needed to go. He truly believed having to look at it, day in and day out, would lead to an early death. Tristan had to be blind if he couldn’t see it, not that it surprised Aiden. If there was one thing he’d learnt since moving here a couple of months ago, it was that material things didn’t matter to Tristan. It was nice, in a way, but sometimes Ai
