She stared down at him, her hands on her hips. “Liam Coleman, take your clothes off, right now!” He flinched, as if jolted out of his fugue. “J-Jessa—” “This is Jessa.” A part of her hated herself for the lie. A bigger part was willing to do whatever was necessary to keep him alive. If he’d listen to Jessa, so be it. He could hate her later. “I’m Jessa. And I’m trying to save your life. For Pete’s sake, take off your damn clothes!”
