LYRE
The RV is parked where it should be, easing some of the stress from my shoulders.
Knowing she made it safely and seeing it for myself are two different things.
Sucking in a breath of cooler night air, I tell Aaron, "Take the boys to a motel for the night."
Aaron freezes as he steps out of the vehicle, his shoulders stiffening as he slams the door closed. The night air hangs heavy, charged with something more than just the sound of the generator running, and I look at him with a frown.
"I thought I was staying with you," he says with a sigh, leaning back against the SUV with his arms crossed.
I raise one eyebrow, almost scoffing. Really?
But then I notice it—the slight furrow between his brows, the barely-there flare of his aura shifting from confusion to irritation. He's trying so hard not to show it, keeping his face neutral except for the one tiny tell.
He's serious.
Seriously, give a man one orgasm…
