Chapter 7
Aaron was not pleased when Anya and Rob had returned to the house after work.
“I can’t believe you let him row the rescue boat,” he grumbled. He stood in the center of the living room, arms crossed over his chest as he glared at Anya. “I don’t care if it was just for practice. He’s not properly trained.”
Rob choked back his laughter, but he wasn’t quick enough to stop Aaron’s glare from swiveling towards him. He struggled to keep his face somber under the weight of Aaron’s disapproval.
“I’m sorry,” he said in a voice that he hoped Aaron could tell was laced with sincerity. “If it makes you feel any better, I told Anya it was a bad idea.”
“It wasn’t a bad idea,” Anya drawled. She walked towards the stairs and gave Aaron’s arm a pat as she passed him. “No one drowned. All the
