Chapter 6
After he was able to move again, Grey climbed off Dylan to sit on the edge of the bed. Now what? He waited, not sure what Dylan would say or do next. There was so much he didn’t know or understand yet about the Alaskan—he wanted to know everything from the moment of Dylan’s birth, but that would take time, maybe a lot more time than he would have.
After a few minutes, the chill began to bite in. He needed either to get dressed or find something to cover up at least part of his exposed body. He felt chill bumps popping out and tried unsuccessfully to suppress a shiver.
“Hey, cheechako, getting cold?” A teasing note in Dylan’s voice took away any sting in his words. “Well, here.” He flipped back the blankets and shifted around until he could get under them, sliding over to make
