When Aaron turned to see a blond woman marching toward him, he wondered if this was what some poor deer felt like when confronted with the barrel of a hunter's rifle.
"I need to talk to you," the woman—Jocelyn, he remembered—snapped at him. She even snapped her fingers.
Nonplussed, Aaron considered simply driving off without acknowledging her command. But Pen, who was about to get into the car, widened her eyes and said, "She looks mad."
Logan stuck his head out. "Who's mad? Is somebody fighting?"
"No one is fighting," replied Aaron firmly. To Pen, he said, "Get in the car. This will just be a second."
"You shouldn't leave kids unattended in a hot car." Logan grinned up at him like the cheeky monkey he was.
Aaron went around, turned on the car's AC, and gave them both stern looks tha
