Chapter 67

“Are you looking at me?” He was down to boxers over long johns and an ivory-colored waffle weave thermal shirt that fit like a second skin.

“Uh-huh.”

“Cool.”

“If we stop Mr. Freeze, we’ll be able to skinny dip.”

“There’s no water.”

I continued to gawk, as Patrick worked hard to slip the pair of green tights over his long underwear. It was comical. “The parking lot will turn into a lake once the snow melts.” Squelching my amusement was not easy, especially since I was having the opposite problem as I dressed. My outfit was quite large. The shirt went past my knees. “That, or there’s a shower back here.”

“What happens if I rip these?”

“Then we’ll have to buy them. Eighty percent off, we’re talking four bucks.”