Noticing Sophie's shivers, Keefe slipped a warm arm around her waist and pulled her against him. When she giggled, he couldn't tell if it was from the soft grass beneath them or simply his breath tickling her cheeks.
"Don't tell me you're cold," he murmured to his wife, sparing a glance up at the night sky. Their idea of stargazing had been abandoned pretty quickly.
"I'm always cold."
"Do yourself a favor and bring something warm next time," he teased.
She smiled impishly at him, pulling both his arms around her waist. "I did."
