Chapter 3
The place was crawling with lumberjacks.
The two middle-aged women at the table in the corner looked like they’d been there since Christmas. Colourful balls of yarn and coffee cups covered most of the table top in front of them, and both had knitting needles in their hands. A thin, red-haired woman, presumably the boy’s mother, went from table to table, topping off everyone’s coffee cups. Last, but sadly not least, Aiden’s boyfriend, Tristan, was sitting by the table placed in front of the TV.
“Come, sit down.” Aiden gripped Jason’s arm and steered him towards Tristan.
“What are we doing in here?” Jason couldn’t believe they were going to sit in a shabby café and drink coffee when it was almost dark outside. Biscuit was lost in the woods, for heaven’s sake. “What about Biscuit?”
“We’ll figure something out. Just come sit for a little while. You must be frozen to the bone.”
Well, yeah, it’s freezing, but that meant it was freezing for Biscuit, too. “But Biscuit—”