Cooper
“I think that’s every blanket in the place,” I said as I set the pile onto the cushioned outdoor sofa before pulling the sliding glass door shut.
“You really didn’t have to do that,” Corinne replied, but even as she spoke, I could see snuggling in closer against the cool air.
“Nope, you wanted to spend some time on the balcony. We’re going to do it right.” I flicked on the outdoor fireplace and waited as the flame sprang to life, then grabbed the nearest blanket and tucked Corinne into the flannel, wrapping her tight like a burrito.
She sat with a happy sigh and grinned up at me. “Why do you have so many blankets? I thought guys didn’t really, you know, get into throws and decorative stuff like that.” She snuggled deeper against the cushions before sticking a hand out to snatch
