“Wow,” I say when Aiden emerges from around a corner. He’s lost the blazer, but he’s still in full professor mode, even at home. “This place is nice.” Then I smile at him. “Do I get a tour?” He raises one brow as he passes by me and moves into the kitchen. “Sure, if you do it yourself.” I shake my head while also forcing myself not to sniff in his general direction to see what he smells like. “A tour needs a tour guide. That’s a basic rule.” “They’re called self-guided tours, and I hear they’re all the rage,” he says dryly, pulling a glass from one of the cabinets.
