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Chapter 377
Chapter 377:
Easton reacted instantly. With her heavy walking boot and the medical sling binding her left arm, running was physically impossible.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Easton threw his expensive suit jacket directly over her head, covering her completely. He tucked the rabbit beneath the jacket as well, shielding it from the rain.
The freezing water soaked through the back of his thin white dress shirt immediately. He didn’t even flinch.
He wrapped his strong arm tightly around June’s shoulders, practically lifting her off her injured foot to support her weight. “Move as fast as you can — I’ve got you!” he shouted over the roar of the storm.
𝗧𝗁е 𝗯𝖾s𝘁 rе𝘢𝘥іn𝗴 ех𝘱е𝗿𝘪eոс𝗲 𝗈𝗻
He guided her quickly but carefully toward a small, green metal newsstand near the park exit, shielding her with his body every step of the way.
They ducked under the narrow, rusted awning. The space was cramped. Two other people were already huddled there, forcing June and Easton to press their bodies tightly together.
June’s back was against the metal wall. Easton stood directly in front of her, hands braced on either side of her head to keep the crowd from crushing her injured collarbone.
She could feel the intense heat radiating from his chest through his wet shirt. She could hear the heavy, rapid thud of his heartbeat over the sound of the storm.
A sudden flush of heat rushed into June’s cheeks. The air between them thickened, heavy with a sharp, undeniable tension.
Easton looked out at the street. The rain was turning the gutters into rivers.
“Stay exactly right here,” Easton said, his voice low and firm.
Before June could protest, he pulled the wet suit jacket tighter around her shoulders, turned around, and sprinted directly into the storm.
June gasped, watching his tall silhouette disappear into the grey wall of water.
Five agonizing minutes later, a figure emerged from the rain.
It was Easton. He was holding a massive black golf umbrella he had clearly just purchased at a steep premium from a street vendor.
He walked up to the newsstand and popped the umbrella open. He looked like a knight stepping off a battlefield.
His white dress shirt was completely soaked, the wet fabric clinging to the hard planes of his chest and the sharp cut of his torso. Rainwater dripped from his dark hair, running down his jawline and sliding over his throat.
June’s heart skipped a beat. Her breath caught.
Easton stepped closer. He smoothly retrieved the giant rabbit from beneath the jacket with one hand, holding the umbrella high with the other.
“Let’s go,” Easton said softly.
They stepped out onto the flooded sidewalk, sharing the single umbrella.
As they walked, June noticed something. Easton was holding the umbrella at a severe angle, tilting almost the entire canopy over her head.
She and the rabbit were perfectly dry.
But Easton’s entire right shoulder, his arm, and half of his chest were completely exposed to the freezing, driving rain. The water was pouring over him in sheets.
June felt a sharp pang of guilt.