Chapter Seven
Jillian stared at the space Aldair had just occupied, then remembered to close her mouth. Typical. Ask a question he doesn’t want to answer, and off he goes. She’d dated a few guys like that in college before she met Jack. They’d annoyed her back then, and Aldair was annoying the crap out of her now. Some things never changed.
Her irritation only increased as she realized it was beginning to be truly hot in the house. Did she dare turn on the A/C? Probably not.
Instead, she went to the refrigerator and got out the pitcher of cold water and poured herself a glass. Patches, who had finished his kibble, watched her with some interest but then wandered back to the living room when he realized she wasn’t going to produce anything except water.
Jillian realized it was probably
