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He snorted and shook his head. “I forgot about that.”
I gasped, faking my horror. “How could you forget?”
“Had a busy evening.”
He sure had.
“Do you think it’ll hit us?”
His eyes cut to mine and he gave a nod. “Unfortunately, it looks that way. There’s just nothing to pull it up. In fact, the path it’s on will only make it stronger.”
“Then all we can do is be prepared,” I said, trying to cheer him up. “You’ve sent out every alert you can, you’re trackin’ it, satellites are monitoring for every little thing.” I squeezed his hand. “Darwin learned a lot after Cyclone Tracy. New constructions all have to comply to cyclone building standards. We’ll fare much better this time.”
“What about the remote communities?” The corner of his mouth turned down. “What about them?”
“There’ll be evacuations and they’ll be moved to safer locations.” I gave his hand a bit of a shake. “Jeremiah, that’s not your responsibility. You’ve issued the alerts as soon as you could. You gave them the most notice possible. That’s your responsibility, and you’ve done it well.”
“I’ve never...” He sighed, then started again. “I’ve never had to issue alerts for a cyclone before. I’ve never been in charge before.”
I slowed down for my driveway and waited for the garage door to open. “Babe, you’ll do great. You’ve already done great. And Doreen’s stickin’ around. She’s been through this before. You two will be the best team for the job.”
I drove in, and he still hadn’t said anything, so I got out and walked around to his door. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”
“My gear...”
“Can wait.” I took his hand and helped him out of the car and led him straight up the stairs to my ensuite bathroom. “You need a steaming hot shower and sleep,” I said, pulling his shirt over his head and giving his nipple a tweak just for fun.
He batted my hand away and rubbed his pec. “Ow.”
“Sorry. It’s what boyfriends do.”
He rolled his eyes and pulled off his shoes and socks as I set the shower going for him. I wasn’t gonna join him, but seein’ him naked and wet, with his head back and his eyes closed...
I stripped off and walked in after him, my hands on his hips, my dick against his arse, my lips on the nape of his neck. He groaned under the stream of water, lettin’ his head fall back onto my shoulder. I took the soap and began washing his chest, his arms.
“Is this what boyfriends do?” he murmured, his voice rough.
I turned him around and pushed him against the tiles, crushing my mouth to his, cupping his balls, and stroking his erection.
He groaned into my mouth and raked his hands down my back, to my arse, and finally to my cock. We brought each other to orgasm, a mix of soap and steam and sex. And when he slumped against me, I dried him off and took him to bed.
He rested his head on my chest and his breathing was deep and even and I wrapped him my arms around him tight. He snuggled in and mumbled something I didn’t quite hear.
I kissed the top of his head. “What did you say?”
“’S what boyfriends do.”
I chuckled and gave him another kiss, because yeah, apparently this—being close, being affectionate, and being so damn happy—was exactly what boyfriends did.
* * *
Jeremiah was upand gone before six. He took the Jeep. Why he preferred it over the newer Rover I’d never know, but it somehow suited him. And with the house empty and the sun barely risen, I went to work early.
I’d had time off when I’d taken Jeremiah to the bunker and a few afternoons here and there over the last two weeks to help him get his office up to some kind of standard.
I knew there’d be a lot of catching up to do at the office, so heading in early was the least I could do. Plus, the imminent cyclone meant the shipping industry went into overdrive.
I’d replied to all my emails and had my first coffee by the time Dad arrived, pokin’ his head through my door. “You’re here early.”
