Chapter 97. A Message

TARA

Aidan closed the gap between us, sealing my thoughts of protests with a kiss, and sending my brain into a muddle. “Maybe I should get breakfast going, so you’ll know I’m capable of taking care of you both for an entire day.”

I shook my head, closing my eyes briefly. “I didn’t mean it like that, Aidan. I’m talking about you…how will you work?”

“I’ll go grab my laptop on the way, and I’ll work from the diner. I quite like the view,” Aidan said like it was nothing, shutting me up with another quick kiss, and jumping off the bed before I could speak.

Not knowing where to start my appreciation from, and recalling Aidan’s line about him but needing me to say thank you when he did something thoughtful, I stared at him as he threw his pants on instead, hoping that my eyes conveyed what my words couldn’t.

They were the same pants he wore yesterday, and I knew that there was no way he’d be a hundred percent comfortable in those. Aidan didn’t