The subtle chill of the early morning breeze ruffled Chloe’s hair. A slight shiver coursed through her as she caught a whiff of Damien’s scent on her borrowed clothes. Since she could not put on her rain-soaked clothes, she had accepted his offer to lend her his.
Her gaze fell to the soft dress shirt that draped over her hands. Memories flooded back of that first night when he had torn away her thin nightgown and dressed her in his own clothes as she slept until dawn. Just as a faint smile came to her lips, a warmth enveloped her back.
“What are you thinking about?” Damien asked, his voice husky as though emerging from slumber.
Chloe could feel the warmth of his body through the thin fabric of her borrowed shirt. She took a deep breath and cleared her throat. “I was trying to figure out something.”
“What might that be?”
“I need to figure out how I will explain this situation to Lady Stella.”
