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Sitting in Kyle’s truck kept me dry from the rain, while I updated him on my ace of a day. It also kept me dry for the whole bunch of What the f**k’s I received in return.
When Andrea stepped from the building, some twenty minutes later, a frown pinched her brow as she paused on the car park and her gaze darted from car to car.
“That’s my cue,” I told Kyle, and saving her the trouble of finding me, I pushed open the pickup’s door and slid from the vehicle.
The rain hit my already damp shoulders as I strode toward her, sending a chill seeping through my skin. Like she’d heard my approach, she turned and started over, her heels scraping the tarmac while Kyle’s boots clomped behind me.
“Anything I need to know?” I asked, meeting her halfway.
She smiled, but the expression held little
