"You're insane," she breathed. Angus peeled off his sodden coat. "That particular refrain is growing tedious." "It's difficult to argue with the truth," she muttered. Then she looked up and saw what he was doing. "And don't remove your coat!" "The alternative is death by pneumonia," he said mildly. "I suggest you remove yours as well." "Only if you leave the room." "And stand naked in the hall? I don't think so."