I CAST A stricken look at Pamela, Aiden's mother. She's a gorgeous woman with sun-streaked brown hair cut short around her jaw. I absolutely know where Aiden gets his good looks. You see it clearly in all three of her children. I'll admit Ty's handsome for an older man but their large, expressive eyes and bone structure come from their mother.
I stand from the bar stool and take a step after Aiden.
"Let him cool down," Pamela says.
I stop and turn. "He shouldn't need to cool down. It's over and done. I don't care what that jackass on TV says."
"The man in the store put his hands on you. That's wrong." Ty gives me a look that shows he's almost as angry as Aiden. "I think I'll go join Aiden for a few minutes." He walks out and I'm left with the women.
I'm not sure what to say. "He didn'
