Shiloh's own jacket was somewhere at the club, forgotten, but he shook his head when Aaron began pulling his own off. "It'll be fine in the cab," he said, and he stepped off the sidewalk and tried to flag one down.
He could tell Aaron was mad, but it wasn't unexpected. It was freezing cold out, and Aaron had been forced to deal with a car ride and Trenton in a closed space. It made sense that he was put out about everything, and it didn't occur to Shiloh that it might be anything more than that.