The Weatherman

When Serena Frost starts a new job at the British Weather Centre, she learns about a rival company, Readiweather.com, whose forecasts are uncannily accurate. A chance encounter with Readiweather's founder piques Serena's interest, but she soon finds both her heart and her life in danger, as some people will stop at nothing to discover Readiweather's secret.

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5. Chapter Five

Jeff felt a hand cradling his face. He opened his eyes and sat up.

            “What happened?” he asked.

            “Two guys broke into your place and started to beat you up. Guess I scared them off,” Serena replied, helping him to his feet. Jeff spotted the empty space on his desk.

            “Did they get my laptop?” he asked.

            “One of them dropped it in the river,” Serena explained. “Sit down and let me take a look at your eye. Have you got a first aid kit?”

            “By the computer desk,” he indicated. “But don’t worry, it’s only a scratch.”

            She sprayed some antiseptic lotion on a cotton wad and wiped his face.

            “Was there anything important on the laptop?” she queried. “If you want, I can dive in and get it for you. I’m a pretty good swimmer.”

            “No,” he chuckled. “That’s an old one with a load of gibberish on the hard drive that I leave out when I’m out of the house. Just in case. The real one’s locked away safely. By the way, where did you learn to kick like that?”

            “I was in the kickboxing society at Uni.”

            “Remind me never to get into an argument with you.” He chuckled again.

            “I can’t ever see that happening.” She smiled. “Is there anything else I can do?”

            Jeff shook his head. “I’m fine.”

            “I’d better get going then.” She picked up her handbag and headed for the door.

            “I’ll give you a lift,” he offered, rising unsteadily from his chair.

            “You’re in no state,” she answered with concern. “And in any case, didn’t you say you had something you needed to do?”

            “Oh … yeah,” he replied absentmindedly. “Thanks for your help though.” He paused. “Would you let me buy you dinner sometime?”

            He didn’t know why he’d asked that, and the awkward silence told him he’d said the wrong thing.

            “I’m sorry. Drew’s my boyfriend,” Serena said at last. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I do need to get going.” She slammed the door behind her and Jeff buried his face in his hands.

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