"I'm so c… c… cold." She fanned her hair about her. Having her hair down would help to warm her, even as damp as it was, because her hair would act as a shield holding in the warmth on her neck and shoulders.
He stared at her, probably offended that she'd let down her hair. Maybe it wasn’t polite to let their hair down in London, but she was in Scotland and she’d seen Goose Feathers with her hair down, so her doing the same shouldn’t be an issue. Did he seriously think ladies wore their hair up all the time?
Whatever it was, the man had no color to his cheeks and his lips were almost the color of the dust-covered wooden floor of the cottage.
Lightning struck again, this one closer than the last, causing Charlotte to startle in her seat. She trembled and she wasn’t exactly sure it was ju
