“Now that the emergency was over, she suddenly realised that she was desperately cold. Oliver pulled up outside the cottage and bundled her inside, flicking on lights as he went and kicking the front door shut behind him. ‘Upstairs, straight away.’ His expression grim, he hurried her up the staircase into a warm, cosy bathroom. ‘Strip.’ Helen stared at him, her teeth chattering. ‘Pardon?’ He sighed and raked a hand through his soaked hair. ‘Sorry—that didn’t come out quite the way I intended it ...to. You’re soaking wet, sweetheart, and we need to get you warmed up. Get in the shower.’ Helen was shivering so violently she couldn’t make her fingers move. ‘You go downstairs first.’ ‘No way. This is no time for modesty.’ Oliver took a step towards her, strong hands reaching forward and stripping off the jacket that the paramedic had lent her. ‘I’m not leaving you until I’m sure you’re OK.’ ‘I’m OK,’ Helen protested weakly, wondering if she’d ever feel warm again.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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