Chapter 66: The Delusion of Desire
The seventy knot squall ripped away the discarded layers of down and cashmere, sending the garments tumbling like drowned rags through the whiteout until the drifts swallowed them whole. Nerida stood in the dead center of the heated driveway apron, the warm runoff soaking through her thin socks while the negative fifty degree arctic wind battered her frame. She had kicked off her heavy boots, discarded her woolen scarf, and peeled away her sweater, leaving herself dressed in nothing more than an emerald green silk slip dress that she had thrown on beneath her coat during the chaos in the cellar.
The delicate silk clung tightly to her skin, flattened against her ribs, stomach, and thighs by the relentless pressure of the gale.
The fabric offered no resi
