I felt weirdly antsy, wishing the hours away to get to Monday. I spent most of the time thinking about Josh, wondering if our short but cordial talk in his truck would change things between us. I still wanted to slug him for my mountain of community service hours, but after considering his explanation, I suppose I understood his side. That being said, I also expected him to accept the truth that I had done nothing except get caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. The cold shoulder treatment needed to be over. Monday finally arrived and I got to the patrol office to find out I had been teamed up with Josh. I gnawed my lip for a moment as Vanessa handed over my new time sheet for the week. "Is everything okay?" she asked, looking up at me. "Oh, yeah, I was just thinking of something," I answered, smiling. The question of whether Josh and I could coexist was about to be answered. "Okay, good. Most of the guys are tied up making preparations in case Tropical Storm Alexia turns into a hurricane." "Is that a possibility?" I asked.
