It was cold on the street.... «Crosstalk»
Tintirichka5 декабря 2025It was cold on the street. She shivered in the sleeveless green dress, and before she realized that C.B. had let go of her hand, he’d taken off his denim jacket and draped it over her shoulders.
“I can’t take your jacket—” she began.
“It’s protective coloration,” he said, “so we don’t look quite so mismatched.”
“You mean like an escaped mental patient and her keeper?” she asked, glancing down at her hopelessly wrinkled dress.
“No, like the prom queen and the Hunchback of Notre Dame. Put it on,” he ordered, and while she did, he opened the back door and began rummaging in the car. He straightened up and looked at her appraisingly. “Nope,” he said, shaking his head. “Still too gorgeous for the likes of me. Come on, my Irish colleen.”
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