My Sister's Admirer

Wolf". What was he doing here? And why was h

ve, he prompted

limbed into the cart, deciding to figure

e sky. The buggy had a roof and a windshield, but the sides were completel

d away, twisting my b

ticed. "Sit i

would bring me uncomfortably close to him. No way. I sta

pulled me toward him. I wasn't prepared for the force of it, and I tumb

f. I didn't move, and neither di

mba

flashed i

resistance. Turning my head to look outside, I

e seat, I had to admit-no m

ights flickered and went out. Th

Wolf tried to restart the cart. No luck. Finally, he

. The hotel was still some distance a

as I used my phone to light the path. The rain was relentless, but the umbrella remained steady, shielding me completely.

ime we made it, my phone slipped from my hand into a

a maintenance worker with a flashlight passed by, carrying a ladder. He explai

lf" said. "I have dry clot

o the marble floor. Standing there like that wasn't

r of pants from his suitcase, handi

tated.

ts, he cut me off

ress, and the pants were ridiculously oversized-too long, too loose. I had to roll t

lanket over the sofa. "You t

"I'll wait for the front desk sta

owed his clothes, there was no way I was sp

and asked, "Do yo

y useless after its plunge into the water. I had

the flashlight on his phone to save ba

ht o'clock, far t

ng, which somehow made me braver. I aske