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His eyes darted around the room, then back to me. “Uh... Was that your actual question?”
“I believe it was, yeah. Look at this shit.” I gestured to the meters as if it explained everything.
He looked around and grimaced. “Well, I’m inclined to agree with you because...”
I snorted. “Because? Come on, say it, baby.”
He smirked, but then dragged his finger across one of the meter screens and held it up to show me the reddish-brown evidence. “What thehonestfuck?”
I laughed. “God, I love it when you swear. It’s like you’re being naughty.” I waggled my eyebrows at him. “And I love it when you’re naughty.”
He rolled his eyes and sighed. “I know.” Then he narrowed his eyes at me. “Baby.”
Holy shit.
“Did you just... did you just call me baby? Like for real?”
“I was being sarcastic.” He dusted his hands off on his shorts. “Because you call me that, and it’s...”
I stared at him. “It’s what? Don’t you like it?”
“I know you’re fond of it, but for me, it’s unusual.” He made a face. “I’ve never been called that by anyone, and it’s not a term of endearment I would choose. If I had the choice.”
“What would you choose?”
“Well, to be honest, I’m not sure I’d choose any term of endearment.”
I gasped. “Why, baby?”
He gave me the stink eye, then sighed. “I don’t know. Your name is already short, and your brother calls you Tull, which is sweet.”
“You can call me Tull.”
“But now it would feel forced.”
God help me. How could he be so cute and so damn frustrating at the same time?
“You like it when the kids call you Jememiah,” I said.
He pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth and shrugged one shoulder. “It’s cute because they’re children.”
“Can I call you Jememiah?”
He squinted at me. “I seem to recall when we very first met that I introduced myself to you as Jeremy.”
“But you’re not a Jeremy,” I said flatly, likeduh. “You’re a Jeremiah. Or a Jememiah. Or Doctor Overton. Or baby. Or my personal favourite, which is ‘fuck yes, right there.’” I panted. “Harder, harder, oh god.”
He rolled his eyes. “You’re insufferable.”
I laughed. “Speaking of sex—thank you for bringing that up, by the way—I don’t think we’ll be sleeping in here tonight.” I nodded to the concrete floor. “Boat sex it is then.”
“I didn’t bring it up.”
“Shh. Do you want another silver star?”
He stared at me, then cracked up laughing. “You wouldn’t dare!”
I took his arm and pulled him out the door. “Come on, let’s take your photos. Then we can go explore the island a little bit before you suggest doin’ something tragically boring like work.”
