Chapter 17

• The rain was pouring harder by the time we reached the campus. Under my direction, Yul drove the Cayenne right up to the entrance of the dorm building, the windshield blurred with streaks of water.
• “I’ll run down and get an umbrella to bring you inside,” I offered, already half-reaching for the door. I didn’t think a man like him would step into heavy rain. He looked too composed, too… immaculate.
• But instead of waiting, he opened his own door.