Sharp pain bloomed at the back of my skull.
This tiny overhang wasn’t built for real weather.
“Doesn’t matter,” Gary said, still holding Tank as if the dog weighed nothing.
Rain streamed down his face, but his voice remained calm.
“Tank and I can walk you out. No umbrella, no ride—you’ll be drenched by the time you hit the main road.”
“Like I need you to tell me that,” I grumbled.
I refreshed the app, biting my lip as I scrolled through the options.
The previous driver was stuck in the storm and had to cancel.
Great. As I hesitated over another car, Gary’s voice cut through again.
“Do you want me to call my driver?”
I looked up, startled. He was closer now.
Rain blurred the streetlights behind him into a soft golden haze.
That faint smile on his face? I’d never seen it b
