Chapter 67

“Are you serious? It’s no more than thirty degrees. We’ll freeze.”

“Thirty degrees is warm for January, according to the weatherman on the television. We’ll be fine, as long as we don’t stay out any longer than we stayed plugged in.”

“Brr.” Frank wrapped his arms around his already chilly, bare body.

“I’ll keep you warm against me.”

Frank balked without words, just a scowl and a shiver.

“You claimed you’d never tire of that,” Liam teased with a pout.

“I never will.” Frank took Liam’s hand. “Not indoors, where it’s warm.”

“I remember a man I first met on the lawn outside the mortuary…one who wanted to poop daffodils. He’d run naked in the snow through the woods with me.”

Frank smiled. “Yes. I remember him too.” He slipped on his shoes, but paused with his hand on the door.

“Three, two, one,” Liam counted.

Frank flung open the door, and out they went, into the frosty morning chill without a stitch of clothing.