Page 8 of Into the Tempest


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I squeaked. “What?”

He chuckled, leaned right across me, and pulled my seatbelt. Our faces were an inch apart, his eyes alight. “Boyfriend.” He buckled me in, the click loud in the silence, and I started. “Well, weareliving together, so...”

I was feeling lightheaded. “Do you... is that... maybe we...”

He grinned. “Nope. Boyfriends it is.” He took my face in his hands, planted a soft, wet kiss on my lips, then sat back in his seat and started the engine. “Did you wanna go home first? Or straight to the office?”

My mind was a spinning wheel without the hamster. “Uh...”

He put the car in reverse and backed out. “Maybe we should go to the office first, because once I get you home, I don’t see us leavin’ for a while. If you know what I mean.”

The next thing I knew we were on our way to my office. “I thought I was supposed to be the bossy one.”

“You are. But you can’t win all the time.”

“So you can just declare us boyfriends without consulting with me?”

“Correct. What would you prefer I introduce you as?” He looked from the road to me. “Lover? Fuck buddy?”

“Oh my god, no.”

“Meteorological cohabitator?”

I squinted at him.

He grinned, victorious. “See? Boyfriend it is.”

I sighed, even though my heart was doing some weird palpitational dance and I was trying not to smile. “I’ve never had a boyfriend before.”

“Me either. Or a girlfriend.” Then he made a face. “Well, not really. There were some I hung out with a few times over the course of some weeks or months, but we were never...” He shifted in his seat. “We were never like us.”

We were never like us...

“Like us?”

He shifted in his seat again and changed hands on the steering wheel. “Yeah. Like we are. Living together and stuff.”

I got the impression that wasn’t what he wanted to say.

We pulled into the yard at my Bureau of Meteorology office, and when Tully stopped the car, he gave me a smile that didn’t sit quite right. “Okay, here we are,” he said quickly, and got out.

I wasn’t sure what that was about, but Doreen’s motorbike was under the carport and I didn’t want to keep her waiting.

Quite frankly, she scared me.

Tully bounded up the steps to the office and hollered, “Hey, it’s us,” as he disappeared inside.

I followed, bumbling into the darkened office to find Tully standing next to Doreen. Bruce, the fluffy dog, was on the chair, watching me as if I had to report in to him. Tully was grinning, Doreen was glaring. Her shirt had the Rolling Stones’ mouth and tongue on it withLick a Lesbianwritten underneath.

Nice.

“Huh,” she all but grunted at me. “Surprised to see you came back.”

Why did everyone think that?

“I told you I’d return,” I said. “Not entirely sure why the general consensus was that I’d quit. I’m yet to quit anything. If you believe I lack the intestinal fortitude—”

She threw her head back and laughed. “I can see you got plenty-a that, kid.”

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