“You can’t go back. You’ve just got here.” Aiden’s green eyes were wide with worry. “And the temperature is dropping, the roads will be slippery, and it’s already getting dark.”
Tom watched with interest as Jason’s gaze softened when he looked at Aiden. He couldn’t have stopped the smile on his lips even if he’d wanted to when he met Tristan’s annoyed gaze. This weekend could turn into a real treat.
He’d figured he’d be depressed since it was Easter, and what was more depressing than a soon-to-be thirty-five-year-old spending a holiday alone? He had the egg hunt on Sunday, and for the rest he’d be working, but this sure looked like it could turn interesting. It gladdened him that Tristan was going to have an even crappier weekend than him. He tried to hide it by taking a sip on his coffee, but in the end, he gave in to the chuckle.