The drumming of the rain stopped abruptly, and a few seconds later, the gloom that had enveloped the house dissipated, sunlight returning now that the clouds were gone.
“I think it’s safe now,” I said.
“Sounds that way. How about we regroup here in the kitchen in twenty minutes?”
“Sure.”
He let himself out, and I set the damp towel I’d been holding down on the countertop and hurried back to my room. The mirror in the bathroom revealed the utter wreck of my hair and makeup — and showed just how revealing my wet T-shirt really was. Muttering a curse, I stripped it off, but draped it over the shower door along with my jeans so I wouldn’t be putting wet clothes in the hamper. It did feel good to get into dry things after having my soaked clothing stuck to my skin.
Twenty minutes. It wasn’
