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“Probably not. The boys will have a better idea of how it effects everything.” He stood with her, kissing her more soundly this time. “That’s what I dreamed of. See you in a few.”

Olive touched her lips, smiling at his retreating back as he jogged toward his own cottage. By the time she’d showered, pulled her hair up and changed her clothes, Iggy was already sitting on the porch with two umbrellas.

“Wow, you were fast,” she laughed. He nodded opening one of the umbrellas.

“What about mine?” she grinned.

“I’ve rethought my idea for two umbrellas. Sharing is way more fun.” Olive couldn’t argue with that. It was just a light rain, nothing dramatic but the distance to the cafeteria definitely would have soaked her.

When they entered, they noticed that all of the flat screen televisions were on different channels of weather.

“What’s happening?” asked Iggy.

“Storms,” said Ham.

“Storms? As in plural?” he asked.

“Yep. We’ve got a tropical storm bringing heavy rain and wind. The problem is they think it will head back out into the gulf, where it’s going to meet another tropical storm head on and most likely form a very nasty hurricane,” frowned Ham.

“Wow, online dating for tropical storms is obviously not ideal,” laughed Rowe.

“Not funny, dude. If that thing comes up the big river, it will wipe out almost everything in its path,” said Grayson. Rowe stared at the screen, then back at Grayson and the others.

“What do we do?” he asked.

“Nothing right now except prepare sand bags. We’ve got an entire warehouse full of them for right now,” said Ham. “Olive? We need for you to work with Finley on the weather barriers she created. She’s struggling with one of them and we need to get it working before this shit hits.”

“I’m on it,” she said walking toward Finley. Iggy frowned, then Olive stopped, turning to walk back toward him. She bent down and kissed him soundly, holding his face in her hands. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Damn right you will,” he grinned. He watched as Finley and Olive ran toward the docks where Noah and Magnus were waiting for them. He saw AJ and Hiro walk in and waved them over.

“Anything?”

“Yes. Where’s Olive?” asked Hiro.

“She’s helping Finley with the weather barriers. What did you find?”

“We found her father,” said Hiro.

“You’re fucking kidding me, right?” asked Iggy. “Where?”

“Right under our noses,” said Hiro.

CHAPTER TWELVE

“What the fuck do you mean right under our noses?” frowned Ham. He turned and saw another familiar face as he walked slowly toward them.

“Morning fellas,” said Luca.

“Morning, Luca. We’re in the middle of something. Is there anything wrong?” asked Gator.

“Uh, well, I think I’m what you’re in the middle of,” he frowned, twisting his hands.

“What? AJ, what the fuck is this all about?” asked Ham.

“Luca Aucoin is Olive’s father,” he said matter-of-factly. “He was given a new face and identity by the bureau when he handed over evidence on the Graveyard Saints. Mama Irene was asked if she could find work for him that would keep him out of the public eye.”

“And she did,” frowned Gator shaking his head. “Damn.”