"You can't possibly be cold," Keefe commented.
His eyebrows drew together as he studied Sophie's pallor, the quiver of her lips, the shake of her fingers on the lush grass. Wind bristled them, and goosebumps began appearing on her forearms."I can't regulate my temperature," she mumbled.
"Can't regulate your cuteness either, can you?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Grinning, Keefe dropped a kiss on her head. "I'll let you figure it out."