“You don’t have the fire lit?” Rafe wondered while I grabbed the tartan blanket from the sofa and wrapped it around my body, drawing it up over my frozen nose and bouncing in a desperate bid to get warm. “I don’t know how. I was worried about setting the place on fire, so I didn’t even attempt it.” He seemed amused by that, even though I was deadly serious. “Come on, I’ll show you,” he said.
