Phil wasn't quite sure how they found their way to his bedroom in the stormy darkness nor did he remember how many times they made love in his bed with the storm pounding outside, but all was quiet in the morning when he opened his eyes and found Andrea cuddled against him in his bed.
"What happened?" Phil asked when Andrea opened her eyes too.
"Everything!" She smiled.
She climbed out of the bed and went to the window, naked.
"The world's still here," she reported.
"What's the Weather Today?" Phil quipped.
"Perfect," Andrea reported before returning to the bed and covering her nakedness with the sheet.
"What's our forecast?" Phil asked.
"I'm all yours," Andrea informed him. . "I swore I wouldn't fall for someone in my ruined state but you've made me realize that it's okay to feel again."
"Are you sure you're ready?" Phil asked.
"Yes" she said quietly. "I think I proved that last night, don't you?"
"Yes," Phil smirked, leaning over and kissing her forehead as she lay on the bed.
"What are you going to call your book?" Andrea asked.
"Master of the Lake," Phil revealed.
"You really admired him, didn't you?"
"He was a man of character," Phil replied.
"So aren't you," Andrea assured him. "I see that. I've dealt with so many bastard men along the way, but you're not one of them. You're definitely a Master of the Lake too."
"Thanks," he said. "That's the best compliment I've ever gotten."
"What are you going to call my book?" Andrea grinned.
"Weather or Not," Phil answered without missing a beat.
She looked at him with surprise. "What are we doing?" She asked with worry.
"Whatever you want," Phil replied.
"Even if it doesn't involve TV36?" Andrea asked, propping her head up on her hand as she stared at him.
"I can write columns and books anywhere," Phil replied.
Andrea looked at him with amazed satisfaction. "I think the Weather Today is going to work out just fine," she said.