Aurora was very nervous as the car pulled away from the curb. She had never seen Caldwell as angry as he was now. He had all four windows open and the cold wind hit her face hard; her bangs flew in the air. She was dressed only in a light blouse and a pair of yoga pants, so she was instantly cold. Her arms broke out into gooseflesh and she shivered.
Aurora held her arms, frowned, and turned to Caldwell. Obviously, he was angry, but, for the life of her, she didn’t know why. She smiled at him and, although his expression didn’t change, he pressed the button to raise the windows, and then he turned on the heat.
Once she was warm, she met Caldwell’s glare and said, “It is obvious that you care for me, so tell me why you are giving me the cold shoulder. You are making me nervous.”
Caldwell
