Like I could? My head lolled as I felt myself rise. “Sensitive to the cold,” he whispered irately. “How’s a body supposed to know? She looks as healthy as a plow horse.”

Plow horse, I thought, hazy, my weight shifting.

“She’s going to be okay,” he said again, but this time, I could hear worry.

“Why, because you think you love her?”

It was my star again, my lucky star, and it was hovering above me to shine a light on the man’s face. His features were dripping, creased in worry, and his black hair was plastered to his face. “I shouldn’t,” he said to the star, and the star’s glow dimmed.

“But you do. You’re going to kill her. You’re going to break her heart and then she’ll get sloppy and die.”

The world jolted as Pierce stumbled, and I lost track of everything. My existence became a confused motion of stops and starts. Once I felt the hardness of ground under me and smelled earth, and then nothing until I realized I wasn’t moving anymore, and I woke up.

It was quiet. It had been for a while, I realized, feeling a pleasant warmth flowing through me. That was wrong. I’d been suffering from hypothermia. I should be shivering, and I wasn’t. There was the strong scent of river, wet leather, and … redwood. My eyes opened.

I was lying on my side on a dirt floor with a dirt wall rising before me within arm’s reach, going only four feet before turning into a dirt ceiling. A small globe of green-tinted light rested in a wooden lanternlike affair in the corner at my feet. It looked old and dusty. There was a scratchy wool blanket over me—and a masculine arm.

Shit.

My pulse quickened, but I didn’t move. Pierce spooning behind me would explain why my backside was so warm. I’d not felt the comforting heat of a real body next to me since Marshal, and I missed it. Careful to not move my head, I looked at his arm, seeing it through his thin white shirt. It was a nice arm, settled perfectly at my waist so it wasn’t squishing me. His soft breathing told me he was still asleep. Why he was spooned up against me was obvious. The cold of the river had nearly brought me down, and there was no other way to warm me. This must be his hole in the ground. I hadn’t thought it would be a real hole. Safe?

I didn’t move, wanting to pretend that I had a right to enjoy the sensation of having another person this close, the comfort of just being together, the trust. I was deliciously warm, almost as if I was in a ley line, and I couldn’t help my sigh.