“If the beast’s out there, it could be hunting my place at night, and it’s just me out there.”
“I’d keep you warm, Belinda,” he replied instantly, the sound of longing in his voice.
“Have you never seen a man with hair on his chest before?”
“Back home in Ireland, it’s supposed to be good luck to rub a man’s red hair, like a leprechaun.”
“I may be a bad doctor, but I’m bloody good at anatomy. Are you willing to let me get my hands on yours?”