“But something about tonight is making me feel even more foolish than I did the last time we were alone like this. I blame the rain.” “You prefer rainy days,” she recalled from their conversation back at the inn in Belwind. “Yes. Although tonight it’s more about the way you look in that rain than anything else.” “Which is like a half-drowned rat dredged up from the river, I suspect.” “The most stunning half-drowned rat I’ve ever seen.”
