Chapter 5

Grant glared at the screen showing a low-pressure system moving in from the west and made a mental note to update the graphics for the broadcast. Maybe the advertisement for the online dating service he had picked up along with his morning coffee was his answer.

He bit his lower lip. Forget old-fashioned trial and error. They promised to take his interests and personality profile and match the information with others interested in the same things. All for a fee, of course, but modern times demanded modern means. But if that kind of thing really worked, why was he so insistent on working up his own forecasts?

“You got your seven-day ready yet?”

Ugh. Grant looked up, forcing a professional smile. The expression felt like a rubbery and ill-fitting mask. “Hey, Rick,” he said, ignoring the momentary flash fantasy of that smug, spray-tanned face crumpling beneath his fist. “How’s it going?”