The minute they left the building the wind assaulted them. “My teeth are ch…ch…chattering,” Marley stutterered.
Mentally crossing his fingers for luck, Rob put his arm around her and hugged her close. “It’s only a little way to the theater.”
Marley was either too cold to mind, or she really didn’t mind, because she didn’t move away from him. By the time they reached the theater, Rob felt as warm as toast, and it didn’t have a thing to do with the weather. She felt so small, so feminine, snuggled into his side. His arm tightened around her as he breathed in her warm female scent.
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