“I need to tell her.” I run a hand through my hair. “Fuck.She needs to know.”
“Hell yeah she does,” Nate says with more enthusiasm than I’ve ever heard from him.
“Go get her, Sebby. And hey.” Cooper lifts his mug my way. “She’s going to tell you she loves you too.”
That propels me forward. I sprint through the house, changing out of my pajamas for real clothes. I fix my hair and wonder if I should bring her more flowers. I decide against it when Nate tells me to hurry my ass up, and hustle for my car.
Outside, I fumble with my phone. I know Quincy is awake. She sent me a text around five this morning, and I hit her name, pressing my phone to my ear.
“Good morning, Dunn,” she answers on the third ring.
“Good morning, Quinny baby. Are you busy right now?”
“Totally booked, actually.” She laughs. “Kidding. I’m free. What’s up?”
“I’m coming over.”
“Is this about the latest Tropical Storm Harry advisory? I saw it, too, and I think it’ll—”
“No. Not weather related. I just want to see you.”
“Oh.” I can hear her smile through the phone. I bet she’s sitting in her office. Spinning around in her chair and looking up at the ceiling. “That sounds good to me. See you soon.”
I jog up the stairs to Quincy’s porch, letting myself in without knocking. She meets me in the foyer, nearly running into my chest when I stumble inside, breathless.
“My favorite meteorologist.” I cup her cheeks and kiss her. “Did you sleep well?”
“Not as good as when you’re with me, but I can’t complain.” Quincy wraps her arms around my waist. “How was your night with the guys?”
“Minus the tequila shots Nate made us take? Great.”
“Stop.” She laughs. “You poor thing.”
“I’m fighting for my life, but I wanted to see you. Am I interrupting?”
“Nope.” She gives my hand a tug and leads me to her office. “I’m just starting the day.”
I sit on the couch, propping my elbow on a pillow. “What’s on your agenda today?”
“There’s the show at nine—you’re welcome to join that, by the way—then Mia, Harlow, and I were going to get lunch. That leaves me two hours to hear about what’s got you so excited.”
“Two hours is a long time.” I pat the cushion, and she plops down next to me. “There’s something I want to talk to you about.”
“You sound so serious.” Quincy reaches out and touches my dimple with her thumb. “What’s on your mind, Sebastian Dunn?”
“So many things. I—”
Her phone buzzes on her desk and cuts me off. I reach for it, swiping it off the tabletop and handing it her way.
“Who is it?” she asks.
“No clue. It says Melbourne, Florida.”
“Melbourne? I don’t—” Quincy’s mouth drops open. “Oh my god. Sebastian. The National Weather Service.”
“Answer it,” I urge her.
“Are you sure? What if—”
