Chapter 20
Sophia shivered when she stepped out of the restaurant. “It’s cold.”
“Of course, it’s cold. It’s snowing and you haven’t put on your coat properly.” Alistair took the coat from her shoulders and made Sophia put it on, gathering her into his chest, his hands rubbing her back. “You have a problem with coats, don’t you?”
She looked up to gaze at his face, smiling. “It’s just a few seconds until your driver arrives, and besides, I love the cold.” She breathed the freezing air deeply and closed her eyes. “I love this icy air.”
When she opened her eyes again, he was smiling down at her. “How can a Carioca love the cold?”
“I hate the weather in Rio. I hate the hot air, the humidity. In summer, you feel like you’re burning in hell.”
“But you have beautiful beaches.”
“I don’t care
