couldn’t find one now. Help me get it into the garage.”
After the truck was unloaded, Tyler tried to find room for all the canned goods and flats of bottled water in the pantry. No good. Most of it would have to be stacked in the utility room. He turned to his lover. “Are you not telling me something, Thomas? I thought you said we already had adequate supplies.”
Tom wore a grim expression. “You haven’t been watching the news, have you?” he asked.
“No. I was trying to get some work done before you returned. Why?”
Tom stepped into the living room and turned on the Weather Channel. The meteorologist was in the process of giving an update on Hurricane Edgar.
“And that means those of you living close to Tampa Bay or the Gulf need to pay close attention to your evacuation zones. We’re expecting a potential storm surge of anywhere from ten to twenty feet in Tampa Bay at this point. That includes the areas of Safety Harbor and Oldsmar, downtown Tampa, Harbour and Davis Islands, the Bayshore district, Hyde Park, Apollo Beach, and people along the southern end of the Hillsborough River…”
They put up the projected storm surge maps as the announcer continued. “Bloody hell,” Tyler whispered. “It’s a Cat 3. When did that happen?”
“National Hurricane Center upgraded it at the 11:00 a.m. update. You’ve got to pay attention to these damn things, Ty. You’ve lived here long enough to know that. Thank god we got the houses boarded up already. This thing is going to destroy the area.”
He felt a little queasy. “Perhaps we should consider evacuating.”
“No. The roads are already packed. It’d be a nightmare. Getting back would be even worse. We’re not in an evacuation zone. We’ll be okay.”
“Did you talk to John and Kelly today?”
“Yeah, called them on the way home. They’re coming over tomorrow morning. I made Pete and Eddie promise to come over and stay with us, too. They don’t have an emergency genny, and some of Pete’s meds have to stay cold. I already checked our whole-house genny. The propane tank is full. Test started it this morning. We’re good to go.”
In shock, Tyler stared at the television screen.
Tom walked over to Tyler and put his hands on his shoulders. “I need you here, focused, on this. Nevvie and the kids are safe.”
“What if it crosses the state and hits them? Goes up to the northeast like Charley did?”
“Oh, they’ll definitely get some of it if the track holds. It’s too damn big for them not to. But it won’t be a monster like it is now, and the eye will cross way south of them. They won’t get the high winds, just a lot of rain. They’ll be fine.”
He gently shook Tyler. “There’s a good chance John and Kelly won’t have a house to go back to if the storm surge hits like projected. They’re less than a mile from the bay, even though they’re inland. Their subdivision is older and it has a lot of drainage problems. I’ve built houses over there. Plus I looked over their house this morning with John. It’s an older house. They have a gable roof and no hurricane straps. That means it’s going to fail if the winds are over Cat 2 when it hits, which they probably will be.”
He squeezed Tyler’s shoulders. “Buddy, I’m counting on you. I need you to go out and gas up the cars for me. I also bought extra gas cans. Start with my truck and the extra gas cans. I would have done it, but my leg is killing me and I needed to get home. And I have to call Kenny and talk to him about shutting down the office.”
“All right. What about propane for the grill?”
“Done. Didn’t you see me unload those two small bottles?”
“Oh. Right.” Tyler felt stunned. This was really happening. Tom was no worrier. He only prepared if he thought there was a serious reason to prepare.
Tom palmed Tyler’s cheek. “It’s okay,” he said. “I promise, we’ll be fine. Nevvie and the kids are going to be just fine. This house can