The closer they get to Nathan Phillips Square, the louder the city becomes.
Elias finds a parking structure two blocks out and guides the car in with the unhurried efficiency of someone who has already researched this.
When he opens her door, the cold arrives immediately—sharper than before, wind with teeth in it. Mia pulls in a breath that fogs white in front of her face.
He reaches over and adjusts her collar without being asked.
Both hands, tucking the fur-lined edge up around her neck, his fingers working quickly and then staying a moment longer than necessary at her jaw. Making sure it's secure, or something that looks enough like that.
"Wind's picked up," he says.
"I noticed."
He offers his hand. She takes it.
Their fingers lace together and she feels the warmth of him travel
