She turned toward her car. Sheriff Farrington waited halfway between her and the Mustang. As she passed him, he removed one of his gloves and took her hand, then fell into step with her as if he had done so a thousand times.
'I knew you'd be freezing,' he mumbled as his warm hand covered her fingers.
Meredith smiled, realizing the whole town was probably watching. 'You're holding my hand.'
'Well, it was either that or follow behind you picking up frozen fingers as they fell off.'
Meredith stopped walking and faced him. 'You're holding my hand, Granger.'
He smiled down at her. 'That I am.'
JODI THOMAS
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