Chapter 9

The rain got heavier, and Brooklyn chewed on her lip. Her house was a long walk away.

“Fine,” she mumbled and walked around the car and climbed into the passenger seat.

The car was lovely and warm, and Harry turned to look at Brooklyn as she rubbed her hands together and blew a piece of damp hair out of her face.

“You’re soaked,” Harry muttered and shook his head as he started to drive down the road.

“Rain would do that to someone,” Brooklyn said, arching an eyebrow at Harry.

“I’m being nice, no need for the sarcasm,” Harry tutted.

“I tried to decline your offer, but you were annoyingly persistent,” Brooklyn shrugged. “You’ll have to deal with my sarcasm.”

Harry raised an eyebrow at Brooklyn. “How was working at the diner?” he asked.

“It was great until you turned up.”

“Quite the rude one,” Harry murmured, bu