She shook her head. “No. The most important thing is this: I’m not waiting for a man who arrives on a storm. I’m waiting for the man who sees a storm coming, realizes he forgot his umbrella, and comes to my door anyway. Cold, miserable, and completely unprepared.”
Luna just stared at him. Then she laughed. It was a sound like wind chimes falling down stairs. Romantic Killer
For the first time in his career, Julian had nothing to say. She shook her head