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He grinned at the confirmation.
Then, like a sudden pimple appearing, my brother Ellis walked in. “Oh, if it isn’t little love-struck Tully-wully who couldn’t keep his hands off his boyfriend’s face yesterday.”
I threw my stapler at his head. He deflected it with his arm and it hit the floor, separating into pieces. “Ow.”
Dad huffed at him. “Pick that up.”
He rubbed his forearm. “He threw it at me.”
“You deserved it,” Dad said.
Ellis sneered at me and I gave him the middle finger. He picked up the stapler and all the staples and dumped them in a pile on my desk.
Dad was back in boss mode. “Meeting at nine in the boardroom.”
He left and Ellis sat down in the chair across from my desk. “So, cyclone, huh?”
I sighed. “Yeah. Jeremiah’s pretty confident it’ll cross land here. It might change. Hopefully it’ll get downgraded.”
He watched me for a second. “You really like this one, doncha.”
It wasn’t a question.
I nodded.
“I mean, you’ve had dates before, but I ain’t ever seen you be all touchy-feely with ’em like you were with him.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I said jokingly.
He shook his head a little. “His eyes. They’re so blue it’s freaky.”
“He’s not freaky,” I snapped. I wasn’t joking this time. Sure, when I’d first met Jeremiah, I’d thought the same. But after getting to know him and knowing that people had called him freak and weird his whole life, I couldn’t help but feel defensive.
Ellis put his hands up. “Okay, calm down.” He watched me again, and if he was waiting for an apology, he wasn’t getting one. “I get it. Sorry,” he said. “Youreallydo like this one.”
“He’s not athis one.” I wasn’t entirely sure if Jeremiah wasthe one, but hearing him bein’ disrespected really fucking irked me. I picked up the stapler. “Unless you’d like to explain to the ER doctor how this got lodged up your arse, shut the fuck up.”
Ellis grinned and sighed. “We’re gonna be running double time trying to get cargo offloaded so the ships can get back out to sea, away from the storm.”
I was well-aware. “Yeah.”
“Dad said you were at the bureau office when the alert went out. Must have been pretty cool.”
I smiled at the memory of Jeremiah in his element, in charge. “It was, yeah.”
CHAPTER FOUR
JEREMIAH
Cyclone Hazer.
When the approaching tropical storm’s centre reached winds of over sixty-three kilometres per hour, it was given a name. In conjunction with the World Meteorological Organization’s Regional Tropical Cyclone Committee, and given the cyclone had technically originated in Indonesia, it was named there.
Which meant I didn’t get to allocate the name.
And for that, I was grateful.
I didn’t want the responsibility of that. I felt bad enough that I’d been the one to initiate the warning alerts.
