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“Happens all the ti back up to her face “Don't you have a real coat?”

“What do you call this?” She held out her leather-covered arms

“An invitation for frostbite”

Fire seared her skin when his hand landed on the sed her toward his car

“Come on, let's warm you up in my car before you freeze to death”

Damn, even his car was tan This man desperately needed soer side and opened the door

“Thanks”

“Even I have manners occasionally”

It looked like a shiny, ne model on the inside No cruer seat or even a wet patch of melted snow She slid into the still warm car and practically melted into the leather seat

Sam circled around back A blast of cold air shot into the car when he pulled open the driver's door and sat down After he shut the door, they sat in silence for a few nition and a hard-driving drum solo blared from every speaker With reflexes faster than a cat sprayed ater, Sam jammed the radio's off button

Josie couldn't stop laughing “It's okay, I' human”

Sam's lips twitched into an almost smile “No one would believe you anyway”

“Not even your family?”

He snorted “Especially not my family I'm as much a black sheep in the Layton family as my uncle Harlan”

“What did he do?”