“You could work with me here,” I grumble to the air as I crank my car. “Knock it off with the shitty weather.” I blink in surprise when the rain starts to slow at that very moment, my hand still lingering on the key in the ignition as I stare out the window with an open mouth. Did I…? I shake away the thought, given that it’s a ridiculous one. It’s Scotland, I remind myself. The weather is temperamental.
