The Naming of Weather
By K.L. Noone
Colby Kent, stretched out between sunshine and shade across cushions beside the backyard swimming pool, heard the purr of the classic Mustang as his future husband came home. He recognized the rumble—Jason’s stunt-driver expert trainer father had wanted an opinion about the handling, though Colby suspected his fiancé might be stealthily trying to discover what sort of car Colby himself might like as a gift—and so he did not jump, or drop his pen, at a noise and an approach.
Los Angeles sun, summer sun, traced his arm. A whisper of breeze ruffled leaves and citrus trees and landscaping, which was still in the process of filling itself out, because they’d only bought the house a few months ago. Everything was growing, though, light and bright as Califor
