“The rain is part of the problem,” she said, stepping up to the SUV. “That’s why I needed all the rice.” “What do you mean, you needed rice?” I pushed the door open and shuffled closer to Ryan. He only gripped my thigh tighter, as if that would help anything. “To save your laptop.” She heaved a twenty-pound bag of basmati rice onto the seat. “Because it’s raining inside too.”
