บททั้งหมดของ Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend: บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

The cursor on the laptop screen blinked. It was a rhythmic, taunting line in a sea of white pixels.Cale sat at the pine table in the kitchen, staring at the screen with the same intensity he usually reserved for structural failures or oncoming traffic. He was wearing his white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, and the navy trousers. He looked like a CEO who had been shipwrecked and was trying to run a board meeting from a desert island."It is blinking," Cale said.Elion looked up from his own notebook. He was sitting on the floor, sorting through receipts from the hardware store."That's what cursors do, Cale. They wait for input.""It is aggressive," Cale muttered. "It implies a deadline.""There is a deadline. We need income before the cash runs out. You said you wanted a job.""I want a function," Cale corrected. "The job is merely the vehicle for the function.""Okay. Well, to get the vehicle, you need a resume. A CV. A list of things you haven't messed up."Cale frowned. He typed

The barometer on the living room wall was an antique brass instrument that Alex must have bought at a flea market. It looked decorative, but Cale had been staring at it for twenty minutes with the intensity of a bomb disposal technician.The needle tapped against the glass. Falling."It is dropping," Cale announced.Elion looked up from the sofa. He was reading a paperback novel, his feet tucked under him, a mug of tea steaming on the coaster Cale had insisted they use."What is dropping?" Elion asked. "The stock market? We don't have stocks.""The barometric pressure," Cale said, tapping the glass again. "It has dropped ten millibars in the last hour. That indicates a rapid cyclogenesis.""In English, Cale.""A storm," Cale said. "A big one.""It's the Pacific Northwest in November. Storms are the default setting.""This is not default," Cale insisted. He turned from the wall and walked to the window. "The wind velocity is increasing. I can hear the shear against the siding. It is...

The digital clock on the bedside table read 3:14 AM.Elion rolled over, his arm sweeping across the empty expanse of the mattress. The sheets were cool to the touch."Cale?" Elion whispered into the dark.Silence.Elion sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The house was quiet, save for the rhythmic drumming of the Pacific rain against the A-frame roof. It was a peaceful sound, or it should have been. But to Elion, the absence of Cale was a siren.He climbed out of bed, shivering as his feet hit the cold floorboards. He grabbed his robe and walked out into the hallway.He saw a light downstairs. A faint, flickering beam moving across the living room wall."Cale?" Elion called out softly, descending the stairs.The beam swung toward him, blinding him for a second before pointing down at the floor."Clear," Cale's voice rasped from the darkness. "Target identified. Friendly."Elion squinted. Cale was standing by the front door. He was wearing his boxers and the grey cable-knit sweate

The notification on the laptop screen was small, green, and completely life-changing.Deposit Received: $2,500.00.Cale stared at the number. He refreshed the banking page. The number remained. It was real. It was his."Elion," Cale called out. "Come here. Verification required."Elion walked into the kitchen, rubbing a towel over his wet hair. He was wearing Cale's oversized t-shirt, which Cale noted with a ping of satisfaction was becoming a regular habit."What is it?" Elion asked, leaning over Cale's shoulder. "Did we get hacked?""We got paid," Cale said. "The first invoice for the logistics consultation cleared.""Really? Let me see."Elion looked at the screen. He let out a low whistle."Two and a half grand," Elion said. "For telling them their trucks were going to get stuck in mud?""For analyzing topographical data and predicting weather patterns," Cale corrected. "It was skilled labor.""It's amazing, Cale. You're a breadwinner.""I am a contributor. The household economy i

The seagulls were screaming.It was 6:00 AM on a Wednesday. The sky over the Oregon coast was a brilliant, cloudless blue. The ocean was calm.But inside the A-frame house, the atmosphere was tight.Cale stood at the kitchen window, binoculars pressed to his eyes. He was scanning the tree line."Target at three o'clock," Cale murmured. "Movement detected in the underbrush."Elion sat at the table, stirring his oatmeal. He didn't look up."It's a deer, Cale," Elion said. "We live in the woods. There are deer.""Deer do not move with that velocity," Cale argued. "The pattern is erratic. Zig-zag. Could be a tactical approach.""Or it could be a deer running from a coyote.""Coyotes are predators. Predators are variables.""Coyotes don't have sniper rifles."Cale lowered the binoculars. He looked at Elion. His eyes were dark, shadowed by another sleepless night."I am not paranoid," Cale said defensivley. "I am vigilant.""You're exhausted," Elion countered. "You checked the locks four ti