“Do you have an umbrella?” I asked Gideon, throwing a worried glance over my shoulder to the rain pelting the car.
“Allan?”
There was some rumbling from behind the darkened glass patrician. “I’m afraid not, sir. I must have forgot to put it back after cleaning yesterday.”
“No matter then.” Gideon grinned at me. “When has a little rain ever hurt anyone?”
A little? It was coming down in sheets. I swore I could smell the freshness through the firmly shut windows and door. It had been a hot day, hopefully that would transfer over to the rain. Hopefully but probably not. I shuddered just thinking about it.
Shrugging out of his suit jacket, Gideon offered it to me. “Well need to make a run for it.”
I didn’t take it, however.
As if he knew what I was thinking – and I was definitely t
