"Kiki! What are you doing here?" Jocelyn wrapped her arms around her and gave her an air kiss over her cheek. "You should be home resting, not out and about!"
Kiki's eyes danced. "We've come to shop."
Jocelyn smiled. "Well, in that case, come right on in!"
Kiki looked up at the woman with bright red hair. "Roxanne, this is Taren Davis. Taren, this is Roxanne Kincaid, the owner."
A smile cracked Roxanne's face, not touching her eyes as she looked over at Taren. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"He's the firefighter who rescued me," Kiki added, "and we also went to high school together."
"Well, thank you for saving our Kiki." Roxanne's voice suddenly sounded syrupy. "I'm glad you arrived when you did. I shudder to think of what could have happened--"
"But it didn't," Taren cut her off a
