Of course, he takes off his hoodie and tosses it to me. I catch it, but when I start to shake my head and hold it back toward him, he insists. “I’m fine. I’m not cold.” I put it on without further hesitation, ignoring a glance from Natasha. Has he told his friends about us? I mean, we were pretty obvious last night around the campfire. “Thank you. Now I’m only a little cold . . . and a little tired . . . and a little hungry—so thank you.” I hold up the Fruit Roll-Up in gratitude. Isaac raises his eyebrows. “Hungry, or . . . ” He keeps his hand at his chest, suggestively recalling my signing
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