“Does your AC work?” I ask, my brows knitted together as I start to fiddle with the climate-control knobs, turning it to full blast and down again. “Sometimes,” she answers gruffly. My eyes bulge. “Sometimes? In this heat?” She straightens in her seat. “I don’t need a lecture from you, Johnny.” “I wasn’t gonna lecture you, darlin’. Just wanna make sure you’re taken care of is all.”
