" He came in carrying a long, rectangular cardboard box inside of which were neatly folded clothes. He put it down on one of his trunks and lifted a pair of panties off the rim of the tub. “I hope you’re starting to feel better,” he said. “I don’t think I’m up to a lot of this. Old Raleigh is probably spinning in his grave…” And she bolted off the couch, snatched up her dainties and tucked them into her duffel even though they weren’t entirely dry. That "

― Robyn Carr , A Virgin River Christmas (Virgin River, #4)