Instantly, a spray of fine wet sand smacked him in the face. He hadn’t thought sediment from the beach would carry this far. He barely kept his eyes open while struggling to close the trailer door.
For every five steps toward the office, he was blown two steps back. Twice lightning broke the sky, and Rainn had to fight the urge to scream. Oddly, there was no thunder. Full dark hadn’t settled yet, but in the gloom and swirling debris, Rainn could make out a vehicle parked by the office. The lights were on.
Oh, no.
Sam got out, thank goodness, and ran toward Rainn. The wind pushed him toward Rainn much too fast, and he switched directions in time to collide with the office door.
“Oh, my God, are you okay?”
“Yes,” Sam yelled. “But can you open the door?”
Rainn unlocked the deadbolt. Then he put in the security code for the top lock. The door opened with a whoosh. Rainn was thankful all the loose papers normally littering the office had been filed or removed.