“Get your hands off me!” She grabbed his hands and shoved him.
The movement caught him off guard, and he pinwheeled his arms and fell, sprawling onto the wood floor. Jo yanked the quilt over her chest, her heart pounding in her ears: “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
He rose from the floor, shook his head, then walked to the other side of the room. Picking up a poker, he stabbed at the fire: “Glad to see you’re feeling better.”