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“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.
Sure, it was exciting and probably what most meteorologists dreamed of, but the danger was real. And knowing it was coming...
It wasn’t so much excitement as it was dread.
The meteorological world was abuzz with the news, but I didn’t want this.
I wanted lightning and thunder. I wanted light shows of fury and power. Not paths of death and destruction.
Knowing Doreen would be arriving at six, I made two coffees and handed one to her as she walked through the door.
She sipped her coffee and studied the radar screens. “How’s it shaping up?”
“Right on track,” I said. “Cyclone Hazer.”
“T-minus?”
“Still at five days.”
She nodded as though she knew this already. “Shit.”
“Yep.”
We did what needed doing for an hour—comms with the World Cyclone Committee and confirming data with the bureau head office—until Doreen stood up and collected Bruce. “Well, we may as well take shifts for the next few days; no point in us both being here all the time. I’ll be back at eight tonight for the graveyard shift, and you can start at six bells tomorrow. How does that sound?”
She didn’t wait for me to answer. With another whack to my shoulder, she was gone.
“Sounds great, thanks,” I said to the empty room.
Because itwasa good idea. I was grateful for her being here at all. And while my name was now atop hers on the boss list, we both knew who was calling the shots.
I didn’t mind.
It wasn’t a power grab. This was an impending natural disaster. It wasn’t time for a pissing contest. It was time for all hands on deck and teamwork.
Plus, I liked Doreen.
