Blake asked, kicking his feet up on the foot rest and throwing down the rest of his beer. “This is not the city. We have bars, but not the kind you’re thinking?” Aiden stood, and propped up against the banister on his back porch. “I thought you planned to rest up last night and move out at sun-up.” A short gust of wind blew across his face as he lifted the lid on the grill and picked up the thongs on the stand. He turned over the veggies tray and tray lined with the trout Blake had caught out of the lake on the way back here. “Sleeping on your hammock seemed like a good idea until I realized you had plans with Keira for the night. You could have warned me.” “I hadn’t planned that.” Well, that was only half the truth. Even though he’d known Keira was his mate the moment he laid eyes on her, he wanted to give her some space after what she’d just gone through. Evidently, she and his wolf had other plans.
