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God.
“We should call him Hazer,” I suggested.
Jeremiah screwed his nose up, clearly not liking that suggestion.
“I can’t believe you skidded across that mud and collected those two kids like they do in the movies,” Ellis said, disbelief still clear on his face. “You wanna watch out. The Buffaloes will be looking to sign you up.”
Jeremiah squinted at him. “The buffaloes?”
“Football,” I offered.
“Oh.” He grimaced. “No thanks.”
I snorted. “What if we call him First,” I suggested as a bird name. “As in he was thefirsttime you almost died yesterday.”
He rolled his eyes, then looked at the little bird. “Naming something is a lot of responsibility.”
Ellis groaned. “For the love of god, you two. Mr Percival is right there.” He waved his hand at us. “I already called you the storm boys, so really, what other namecouldyou call it?”
My initial reaction was to tell him to sod off. And I wanted to hate the name suggestion, but I couldn’t. I looked at Jeremiah and he smiled.
“Mr Percival is kind of nice,” he said. “Well, it’s appropriate. Though he’s not a pelican.”
“I don’t think that matters,” I said. I gave the bird a gentle stroke, though he was very content to be secure in Jeremiah’s arms. “Mr Percival.”
“You’re welcome.” Ellis stood up. “I’m gonna cook some pasta for dinner. Sound good? The power will likely cut in and out for a week while they fix shit, so we should make use of it.”
“Sounds perfect. I can help,” I said.
“Nah, I got it. It’ll just be veggies and shit.”
“Hold the shit in mine,” Jeremiah said. “I’m not a fan.”
My god, he’d made a joke to my brother.
I grinned at Ellis. “Yeah, me either. Feel free to make yours extra shitty though.”
Ellis gave me the finger. He walked to the glass door. “There’s an electrical storm on the horizon. Oh, and now we’ve got power, did you wanna check the camera you had on the balcony? See what kinda front-row footage you got of the cyclone.”
I snuggled into Jeremiah a little and he leaned into me, sliding one arm around me, and we both smiled at Mr Percival. “Nah,” I said, feeling very content where I was. “It can wait till tomorrow. This is about all I wanna do tonight. Stay right here.”
Jeremiah kissed my temple and, over the top of my head, watched the lightning over the ocean. “Yeah. This is all I want to do tonight too.”
I sidled in a bit closer, nudging my nose to his throat. “Well, I hope it’snot allyou wanna do tonight.”
He gave me a squeeze and chuckled, then whispered in my ear, “Notall.”
“Oh,” I said, like that struck a memory. “Did you check the app on your phone for the heart-rate strap?”
“No. I forgot all about it.”
“Hmm,” I hummed, kissing his Adam’s apple. “We should see what it says. Though we’ll need to establish some control groups, purely for scientific purposes. If you know what I mean.”
He gave me a squeeze. “I believe I do know what you mean, yes.”
I whispered in his ear. “Resting heart rate, heart rate when you fuck me. Heart rate when I fuck you.”
He swallowed hard. “Hm. Yes, those control groups would suffice, I do concur.”
