The corner of his mouth that I could see lifted slightly. “Then we should probably just leave it to Mother Nature for now. If things start looking dire in mid-July, maybe we’ll have to ask you for help.”
That suggestion sounded reasonable enough to me. Weather magic could be tricky, and, like I’d told him, it wasn’t something I had a lot of experience with. “Sounds like a plan.”
We settled back into silence after that, but it was a more companionable one, not nearly as awkward as when we’d first pulled away from my building. Globe had already slipped behind us, and the world felt vast and dark. I usually was safely at home when night fell, so heading east on the highway, it really hit me how vast and black the countryside was out here, unrelieved by a single street lamp or house with its
