Sullivan watched her. Her long hair was slightly disheveled, her eyes clear as water, her lips a beautiful curve of pale pink. She was captivating in his coat. He quickly averted his gaze. “Your umbrella... the wind broke it. It couldn’t keep out the rain.”
“Oh,” Bethany mumbled, getting out of the car and hurrying under Sullivan’s umbrella.
Sullivan’s umbrella was indeed large, but sharing it between two people still felt a bit cramped. Bethany carefully maintained a physical distance from him.
Heavy rain would have been manageable, but the strong wind was the real problem. After just a few hundred meters, Bethany began to struggle. She was wearing high-heeled pumps, which were not only tiring to walk in, but were now filled with water. The rain stung her face, and she could barely kee
