“Then I want to take a look at that ankle.” She nods. Crouching at the hearth, Tyler arranges logs and kindling and strikes a match. The flames flicker. He retrieves a pile of blankets from the closet and tucks a mohair throw around her legs, elevating her injured leg and placing it carefully on a pillow. He lights a wide green candle on the coffee table. It glows with the scent of artificial pine.
ARe they goinggto faalinlive lol
