Chapter Nineteen
Naomi pulled on the hem of the coat she was wearing. It covered halfway down her thighs, but still, the cold air whipping up under made her uncomfortable.
Not cold, but the people quickly approaching were going to wonder how she wasn’t frostbitten and dead. No boots. No pants. No gloves. Just an oversized parka and four oversized dudes.
Okay, maybe they wouldn’t wonder how she was staying warm. It was quite possibly they would think she was sleeping with all four of the guys.
The day was beautiful and clear. The sky was pure blue. Not a cloud in sight. The sun fell bright and warm on her face, even though the actual temperature was probably close to negative ten or more.
She glanced quickly between Saul and Col.
Saul had a coat on, but Col was of course bare-chested
