ntrollably。
〃Lift your arms； like a good girl；〃 he said softly and； one at a time；
drew the sleeves of her heavy sweater off and pulled it over her head。
〃I thought I was lost； Mitch。 I walked for so long and I couldn't find
the house。〃
〃Shhh。 You're safe now。〃
She clutched at his shoulders for support when he knelt to pull off her
boots； then her socks。 〃Lie down； honey。 Your jeans are drenched。〃 With
infinite tenderness he eased her back and pulled them off； tugging
impatiently only when the sodden denim resisted his hands。
〃I feel so sick；〃 she said in a hoarse whisper； throwing an arm over her
forehead。
In an instant he was bending over her。 〃I know； Annie。 But you'll be
fine now。 I just have to warm you up。 Okay？〃 She didn't answer； not even
to protest when he drew off her cold； drenched panties。 He tucked the
lower half of her body under the weight of the quilt before turning to
remove her turtleneck and bra。 With the covers bunched around her
shoulders； he crossed the room to his suitcase； pulled out a clean
cotton shirt； and returned to the bed。
Sitting beside her； he pressed cool lips to her burning forehead。
〃You'll be fine；〃 he repeated and quickly dressed her in the shirt； then
covered her up again。 Anne sneezed。 〃You shouldn't have taken off my
sweater。〃
〃Forget modesty。 You were soaked to the skin and freezing。〃
〃That sweater。。 。〃…a fit of coughing interrupted her； but she managed to
catch her breath…〃I wore it for you。 Did you notice？〃
His lips twitched。 〃I did notice； Annie。 It was pink。〃 He brushed a
strand of hair from her forehead。 〃Thank you。〃 With the back of his