I blinked at him, trying to process what he had just said. Strip? Strip?!
“You’ve lost your mind,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest even though I was trembling so hard I could barely hold them still.
“Joanne,” he said, his voice low and level, the kind of tone he used when he was about to explain something obvious to someone who wasn’t getting it. “Your clothes are soaked. If you stay in them, the fire won’t help much, and you’ll keep losing body heat.”
“I’ll be fine,” I shot back stubbornly, even though a violent shiver ran down my spine at that exact moment. Great timing, body. Thanks for undermining me.
Mr. Thorne gave me one of those looks—half exasperation, half ‘why am I even dealing with you right now.’ He didn’t say a word, but the slight arch of his brow spoke vo
