EVENTUALLY, KATIE RECOVERED enough to realize she was really damn cold. Even with Brendan’s arms around her.
“I’m freezing,” she mumbled into his chest. “Want to go back to the house?”
“Oh, thank God,” Brendan said. “My ass is an ice cube.”
He stepped back and staggered as he tripped on the jeans that were still down around his ankles. Katie caught him as he flailed to regain his balance, and just like that, they were laughing again. Everything had changed, but they were still perfect. Still them. Katie helped Brendan pull up his jeans and re-fasten them, and Brendan fumbled around in the grass for her underwear and the trash that needed to be discreetly disposed of.
“I’m not putting those back on,” she declared when he found the bit of black cotton. “The dew made them all damp and the
