“Here.′ Jacks’ voice was right behind her. And then she felt her ruffled cloak. He placed it across her shoulders and quickly secured the straps to her corset. ‘If you freeze to death, the trouble I’ve gone to keeping you alive will be wasted.’ His mocking tone was back, clipped and cutting, and yet she felt the soft brush of her fingertips lingering against her neck before he pulled away.”
