“I’ll take every bit of winter gear you have.” Her dark brows rose toward her hairline. “Really?” He fished a hand into the pocket of his leathers to pull out his money pouch and extended it to her. “That should cover it.” Emerie weighed the small leather pouch in her palm. “I don’t need charity.” “Then take whatever the cost is for your gloves and boots and scarves and coats out of it and give the rest back to me.”
