Chapter 18

After a few minutes, the chill began to bite in. He needed either to get dressed or find something to cover up at least part of his exposed body. He felt chill bumps popping out and tried unsuccessfully to suppress a shiver.

“Hey, cheechako,getting cold?” A teasing note in Dylan’s voice took away any sting in his words. “Well, here.” He flipped back the blankets and shifted around until he could get under them, sliding over to make room for Grey. “Unless you’re in love with that pallet by the stove, why not stay here? Two bodies make it a lot warmer.”