"Besides, it's just a heat advisory. What's the big deal? We're in the south, and it's the middle of summer. Didn't we get one of those warnings last year too? It was over in three days. Life went on."
Owen gradually calmed down under Lesley's cooing, completely forgetting the grim prediction he'd made just last night.
Owen was a meteorology graduate student. He'd been poring over satellite cloud maps yesterday, his face drawn tight with worry.
"Wanda, this heat event is no joke. It could last a long time, and temperatures might blow past last year's hundred-and-thirteen-degree record..."
That brilliance was exactly what had drawn me to him in the first place. Who could have guessed he'd turn out to be so rotten and so stupid when it came to love?
A shrill ringtone cut through my thoughts.
Owen.
His voice oozed smugness from the other end.
"Wanda, if it weren't for Lesley talking some sense into me, you almost had me fooled! Go ahead and spend the rest of your life alone if you've got the guts! You and your little 'Frost System' deserve each other!"
He hung up before I could say a word.
Through the door, I heard his voice go soft and tender.