Chapter 52

He picked up on the second ring. "Rhys." "Hm." "I'm cold." There was a moment of silence on the other end, and then he said, "Wait there." An hour later, he knocked on my door carrying an electric heater, his shoulders dusted with snow. The plug on the heater was still European standard; he hadn't had time to change it. I pinned the brooch to my collar, lifted my head, and looked at him. "Rhys." "Hm." "I'm not cold anymore." He froze for a second, and then he smiled. The way he smiled...