He blinked, touched his tongue to his lip. “And you…you don’t think I’m cold?”
“Get real. Oh, you put up a damn good front, but you’re one of the hottest men I’ve ever met.” I took a handkerchief from my pocket and shoved it into his hand. “Here. Blow your nose.”
“Thanks.” His smile was crooked. “I’m sorry.” He blew his nose.
“Enough, Mann.” I growled at him. “Either you’re telling me you’re sorry, or you’re thanking me. I’m here for you.” It was my turn to blink. I was stunned to hear those words come out of my mouth.
“You are.” He didn’t sound surprised. He started to hand my handkerchief back to me, saw my expression, and laughed and tucked it into his pocket. “I’ll have this washed, and return it to you.”
“Okay.” I cleared my throat. “Now that we’ve got that settled—”
His lips cu
