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Veronica was cold. She had forgotten her jacket at home, and the wind was picking up.
Jason frowned as he watched her. "You're cold," he said. It wasn't a question.
"A little," she admitted.
He shrugged out of his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. "Better?"
"Yes, thank you." She pulled the jacket close, inhaling his scent.
He smiled. "Anytime."