I reached into my bag and pulled out my folding umbrella. It was small. The kind that fits in a coat pocket.
I pushed my door open and stepped out, snapping the umbrella open over my head, and walked around to where Orion was crouched down looking at the wheel.
He glanced up at me. Then at the umbrella.
The umbrella was maybe big enough to cover one average-sized person. Orion was not an average-sized person.
"Go back inside," he said.
"I just wanted to see how bad-"
"It's bad." He stood up. "Go back to the car. I'll handle it."
"You'll get soaked."
"I'm already soaked." He nodded toward the passenger door. "Go."
I stood there for a second.
My father had never done that. Not once in my life had Richard Silvercrest told me to get out of the rain while he stayed in it.
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