Wes
found Janet in the courtyard at lunch time shivering and hopping from foot to
foot with her arms hugging herself and like an idiot he said, “Are you cold?”
She
glowered. “No, this is the newest dance craze I’m practicing for the McIntyre wedding,”
she snapped. “Great idea of yours, having lunch out here.”
“Sorry,”
he said as he pulled off his sweater and wrapped it about her like a blanket.
“That better?”
“Won’t
you get cold?” she asked, watching him shake his head, sending his curls bouncing.
“I’m
used to it. We play in colder weather than this just wearing shorts and a
t-shirt,” he replied, frowning as he brushed his hair out of his eyes. “I need
a haircut.”
