“You told me about the engineering.” She’s looking at me with that expression. “You didn’t tell me it would look like two harps.”
I look at the water. “Dom laughed at me when I told him. In the first design meeting, I said I wanted it to look like two harps, and he laughed. Then he said, ‘Okay, let’s build that.’”
“He’s a good partner.”
“He is.”
“Griffin?” She waits until I look at her. “Two harps facing each other across a river.” She shakes her head. “You’re going to leave something beautiful in the world.”
I look at her face. The light on it. The wind in her hair. My chest does something I’ve stopped trying to name.
“I might.”
She holds my gaze a moment longer, then the first drop hits my arm.
I look at the sky. The clouds have covered the gap faster than I expected. The leading edge is directly above us now.
A second drop.
Piper looks up. “Is that—”
“Yeah, we’re about to get hit. Run.”
“What?”
I’m up and grabbing her hand. “Run.”
The words are barely out of my mouth when the sky opens and rain pours down on us.
Thirty-Four
Piper
“Oh shit,” I laugh, scrambling to my feet.
Griffin stands, grabs my hand, and backs toward the car. “Move your ass!”
The sky opens in seconds, a full, drenching downpour.
I shriek and sprint, the ground slippery beneath my sandals, rain hitting so hard it stings. Griffin is behind me, laughing as I fumble with the passenger door.
“It’s locked!” I yell.
“Unlock it!”
“That’s your side!”
“Jesus Christ.”
He hits the key fob, and we practically fall into the car at the same time, slamming the doors shut as the storm pounds the roof.
For a moment, neither of us speaks.
We’re gasping.
Dripping.
Laughing breathlessly.
