“Thanks,” she murmured grudgingly, “I’m Evie.”
The sweatshirt bagged on her, covering her to her thighs and slipping off one shoulder as she reached out a hand. Something hot moved through Colin at the sight of her wrapped in his clothes, but he shook it off and enveloped her hand in his, noting the firm grip and graceful fingers.
“Colin Daniels. Welcome to Bright’s Ferry.”