Chapter 5

But the intolerable heat and humidity made him sweat, and the small bottle of water he’d bought at the diner was soon gone. His arm was getting tired, not to mention his feet.

A jeep slowed and Aaron picked up his backpack and began to walk toward the hot Tarmac. The passenger’s window rolled down and Aaron heard a wolf whistle. A whisper of air-conditioned air passed over his face.

“Hey, mate, thanks for stopping,” Aaron panted, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his arm.

“Fuck, we thought you were a chick!” a college-age guy from inside the jeep said.

“Uh, no?” Okay, he wasn’t overly tall at five feet seven, slender in build, had long blond hair tied up in a man bun to keep it off his face and neck, and maybe his facial features were a bit on the androgynous side.

The window wound up and the jeep sped away, its tyres squealing.