Neil was shivering by the time he was halfway to Marshall’s house, cursing himself for not grabbing a jacket before he left. But he was damned if he’d go back and get one. He had the feeling he’d lose his nerve if he did. Wrapping his arms around himself he continued walking, watching the ground carefully so he wouldn’t trip and fall in the dim moonlight.
“Do you ever dress for the weather?” an amused voice asked. Then Marshall was in front of him.
“What are you doing out here?” Neil asked in surprise.
“I had to talk to you. Have to talk to you, I guess. But not here. You’re freezing.” Marshall put an arm around Neil, pulling him against his side. “At this point, my place is closer.”
“Then let’s go there because, well, I have to talk to you, too.”
They said nothing more until they wer
