To Laney's astonishment he eased back and assisted her from the bed with a hand on her elbow. She tried to jerk back from him, but he retained a tight hold on her. He picked up his leather coat from the couch and pulled it over Laney's shoulders. She would have laughed if she'd been in the mood. It swam around her, the sleeves reaching well past her hands and the bottom nearly to her knees. It was beyond heavy.

"I can't wear this," she protested when he turned her to face him ...