started to peel Reed’s jacket from my arms, already dreading the cold and missing the subtle scent of his aftershave that coated it. But Reed stopped me. “Keep it on until you get inside.” I rolled my eyes. “I’ll be inside in two seconds. Surely, you must be cold.” “Nah, the Darlings are part snowman, so I’m good.” One side of his mouth lifted, giving him a crooked smile, which revealed the barest hint of a dimple. It softened him somehow. Who knew devils had dimples. “Besides, it looks better on you than it ever has on me,” he added.
