“Don’t lie to me, Aiden!” Oh, that growl. Aiden shivered.
“It’s nothing. I’m just a bit tired.”
Tristan’s hazel eyes narrowed as he studied Aiden. It was silly how his pulse sped up.
“Now, let’s try this again, sweetheart. What’s wrong? Are you happy here?”
Happy? “Of course, I’m happy.”
“Then why aren’t you smiling? Why aren’t you bouncing around, sipping on your lattes, gossiping with Jason—”
“You want me to gossip with Jason?” Aiden tried to come up with something to say, something Tristan would believe. A voice in his head told him it was ridiculous to lie, but for once he needed Tristan to look at him and see an equal.
“No, but it’s what you do when you’re happy. You’re…” Tristan flapped his hands about, and Aiden cringed at how foolish he looked. “I haven’t seen any of that in
