"I'm pleased to hear that, Ms. Christopher. At least I won't fear for my life, sleeping out on the roadside. Do you have an extra umbrella or not?" He asked. 

I suddenly understood. The poor man. He thought I was going to toss him back into the rain and make him sleep in his car. As if I  could treat my worst enemy in that fashion. I almost wanted to laugh, but restrained myself.

"Don't be silly. You needn't sleep in your car. You can stay here, on the sofa. As if on cue, we both glanced over at my old couch. The lumps looked even larger than usual to...