Dancing in the Dark Page 19
by Linda Cajio
She realized Amos was talking to her.
“… leave the dishes and go watch the Weather Channel. I want to see what’s cooking for tomorrow.”
They sat together on the couch in the living room. Amos made notes on the photocopied blank maps he always kept at the ready. Victoria stared at the screen, but her attention was on the sound of running water and off-key whistling coming from the back porch.
“Just one thing I should warn you about,” Amos said quietly, his eyes on the screen as he penciled in fronts, wind direction, and high and low pressure zones.
“Just one?” she said dryly.
“No matter what happens, don’t let Roan drive.”