Chapter 7
Outside the club, it was freezing. Nerina had left in such a hurry; she hadn’t even grabbed her jacket. It had to be in the single digits outside. That wasn’t good for her in so many ways. Her body would be in so much pain by the time she got to her car and warmed up.
A thick sweater was shoved in her direction, and Nerina looked up to see that Colin had offered his. Neither man was wearing a jacket either, but they didn’t seem to care about the elements or the cold that surrounded them in the dark.
“No, I can’t. You need it.”
“No, I don’t,” Colin protested, shoving the sweater into her hands again. “I don’t need it. I, at least, have a thermal on. You have nothing on but that skimpy ass top. Put the sweater on so you don’t freeze to death.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.”
