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Tully pouted and pretended to sulk. “Now I’m cranky.”
I didn’t bother with a reply. I knew what was coming.
He gave me the puppy eyes again. “You know what would make me feel a whole lot better?”
“I have a fair idea, yes.”
He grinned. “A gold star.”
I sighed.Andthere it was.
“Well, at least you didn’t say a good railing.”
“Oh, believe me,” he said seriously. “There is a distinct correlation between the good railing and the gold star.”
I laughed. “Is that right?”
He nodded without shame. “And I plan on getting both.”
CHAPTER TWO
TULLY
I wasn’t kiddingabout the chart with gold stars.
Jeremiah might have thought it was a joke at first, and he did laugh when I first showed him. But the time I only gave him a silver star instead of gold, he took it very personally and made his mission to earn gold stars every time.
Every.
Single.
Time.
And honestly, his performance was well above the silver star I’d given him, but his efforts since then?
Absolutely worth it.
I know people go on about sliced bread and penicillin, but I can declare, without a skerrick of doubt, the chest strap heart-rate monitor was the best invention ever.
Life had been pretty great, all things considered.
It’d been one month since Cyclone Hazer tore Darwin apart.
One month of living with Jeremiah. One month of learning more about each other. One month of adjusting. One month of watchin’ him bond with Mr Percival, feedin’ him, watchin’ TV with him, talkin’ to him.
One month of me fallin’ more in love with Jeremiah than I ever thought possible.
The best one month of my life.
Not forgetting the one month of living with Ellis. Even that was fun. He gave me and Jeremiah as much space as he could, but even watching he and Jeremiah become friends made me happy.
It was also one month of disrupted essential services, disrupted food supplies, disrupted rebuilding. There’d been a lot of hard work by everyone, but things were slowly returning to normal.
Except for Jeremiah’s office. It was still completely offline, but considering it required a full upgrade and fit out, it was hardly surprising.
But things like non-emergency medical tests were available—tests, like all the STI tests, for example. Tests, which meant Jeremiah and I were given the all-clear to ditch condoms.
Which was why, at midnight, I was face down on my bed with my arse in the air and the heart-rate monitor around my chest, gripping the bed covers and cussin’ at Jeremiah to hurry the fuck up.
