“It’s cold.” She shivered. “I should’ve grabbed my coat before we left.”As they walked across the parking lot, Jimmy slipped off his leather jacket and placed it around her shoulders. It was warm from his body, every bit as comfy as her flannel pajamas and quilt.There was no snow, no sleet, just an unrelenting wind on a crisp, clear night. It stung her eyes and burned her cheeks, sensations too real to be a part of any dream. Jimmy guided her, his arm light at her back, to his pickup truck. Most of the parking lot was empty, and the black Ford sat all alone at one end.“You drive that same old truck,” she said into the wind.“Yeah.”“I figured you’d have a Jag or a Porsche by now,” Jess said lightly. “Something fast and dreadfully expensive.”Jimmy threw open the driver’s side door, and with his hands at her waist he lifted Jess onto the seat. She scooted over quickly, to escape both the cold and the warm touch of his hands. He followed, slamming the door forcefully behind him.She leaned against the passenger door, placing as much distance between her and Jimmy as possible.
