"Where did you keep your clean clothes," Theo asks as he steps out of the water.

"I didn't bring any. I didn't plan to take a swim," I say, walking up beside him.

"How did you plan to walk back to the packhouse?" He asks, arching his brows at me. "In your bloody clothes."

"I didn't think about that. I just wanted to get the dirty clothes and blood off me."

"It's fine. Raise your hands," Theo says, and I do as he asks. He slides his t-shirt over my head.

"Thank ...