“Weather Guy” Grant Singer is determined to be in a committed relationship by year’s end. Tired of guys who only go out with him in order to get close to his more famous coworker, he signs up with an online dating service. No one ever claimed meteorology was sexy, but surely Grant can find someone to share his life with the help of technology. Too bad he’s more attracted to the waiter who serves them lunch than any of his matches.<br><br>Waiter Craig Brower is focused on finishing his degree in mathmatics. He doesn’t have time for dating and couldn’t care less when a local television celebrity shows up in his section.<br><br>But Grant is a nice guy and soon Craig is all too invested in making sure he ends up with the right man by his side no matter how stormy the weather.

Stormy Weather

Craig hated the trapped, almost claustrophobic feeling that clutched his throat tight while he waited for the crowd to thin. With his luck, the zombie apocalypse would break out and he’d die waiting in line while the infection spread from person to person.


He glanced behind him to the last row of seats at the top of the stairs and the unused exit to the right. After the local Fire Marshall had issued a citation, the school had designated those doors as emergency use only, but Craig felt justified in ignoring the mandate as he changed course and took the steps in a fast lope.


Craig’s foot slipped off the cement step, his teeth clicking together at the jarring motion as the guy who sat two rows behind him stopped him mid-dash. He recognized him from a couple of his other classes. Lance, or Lewis, something like that. Nice enough, but with a few too many sure-to-be-meaningful quotes tattooed up and down his forearms for Craig’s tastes.


Chapter 11