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crumbling around them.
Sarge would be livid if he found her gone. Maybe it would be a good step in the right direction regarding what was going on between them. She wanted to start acting like herself again, unconstrained by his freakishly strong ability to control her. He would have to just live with it. They would be stuck with each other once the world descended into chaos.
By the time the sun began to near the horizon, Grace was dirty and sticky with sweat and more than ready to put her plan in action.
“Sarge?” Grace called out the back door.
“Yeah?”
“I’m going to clean up now. I’ve had it for the day.”
“I’ll be in later. I still have some things to finish up.”
“Okay.” There, she’d told him. He had just assumed that she was cleaning up in the shelter.
Fuck. Who was she kidding? By leaving, she was breaking a promise that wasn’t even a day old. She shook her head. She didn’t even know who she was anymore.
Last time.
She grabbed her weapon and headed out the front door.
* * * *
Van wanted to see Grace again, but it was a selfish hope, a feel-guilty-for-even-thinking-about-it feeling because the nicey-nice neighbors routine was wearing thin, and things were about to get dicey in this already questionable neighborhood. Those who were drinking the Lake Erie water were getting violently ill. That, coupled with the shortage of available food and the realization that nobody was coming to replenish the looted supermarket shelves, made people scared, well on their way to panicked. It wouldn’t be safe for regular people much longer. Only those willing to threaten and hurt to get what they wanted would be roaming the streets tonight. So the guilty feeling he carried was warranted. If he wasn’t so compelled to see Grace again, he would want her to stay home, stay safe.
Van was miserable standing in the hot sun in full gear, and it was all he could do to refrain from daydreaming about Grace. He’d thought about her so many times that at some point, he realized he was fighting a losing battle trying to squash that train of thought. He didn’t know why his thoughts gravitated back to her at first, but lucky him, he had the whole damn day to figure it out. And what he realized was that it wasn’t any of the obvious reasons why he’d have trouble getting a woman out of his head. It wasn’t her looks or the fact that he’d seen her completely naked. Nor was it the mental picture seared into his brain of her tank top stuck to her breasts, bouncing a bit with each footfall. Even the fact that she had her own weapon and could take care of herself well enough to venture out at night wasn’t the aspect of her that made her fascinating, albeit, those were plusses, too. What made her stick out from every other woman he’d ever met was her ability to sit, calm, patient, and unmoving until the exact situation she was waiting for existed. Stupid reason, but that was it.
She didn’t fall into a stereotypical female role. Her body was female, but her energy was more imposing, more masculine. He was also confident that he could spend an afternoon with her and not run the risk of death by talking, even though with that sweet bird chirp of a voice, he did run the risk of getting cramps in his cheeks from grinning so much.
He’d scoped out the area that overlooked the beach with the express intent of finding a place where he could take Grace if he saw her again. He sought out someplace safe where they could spend some time and talk for a while. He decided that he would definitely reveal his attraction to her if he saw her tonight simply because he couldn’t get her out of his mind, and because he may never get the chance to see her again. It was a long shot that anything more would ever come of it. They would both be lucky to be alive this time next month, which in his mind was more of a reason to wring everything he could out of the time he had left.
During the hottest hours of the
Sarge would be livid if he found her gone. Maybe it would be a good step in the right direction regarding what was going on between them. She wanted to start acting like herself again, unconstrained by his freakishly strong ability to control her. He would have to just live with it. They would be stuck with each other once the world descended into chaos.
By the time the sun began to near the horizon, Grace was dirty and sticky with sweat and more than ready to put her plan in action.
“Sarge?” Grace called out the back door.
“Yeah?”
“I’m going to clean up now. I’ve had it for the day.”
“I’ll be in later. I still have some things to finish up.”
“Okay.” There, she’d told him. He had just assumed that she was cleaning up in the shelter.
Fuck. Who was she kidding? By leaving, she was breaking a promise that wasn’t even a day old. She shook her head. She didn’t even know who she was anymore.
Last time.
She grabbed her weapon and headed out the front door.
* * * *
Van wanted to see Grace again, but it was a selfish hope, a feel-guilty-for-even-thinking-about-it feeling because the nicey-nice neighbors routine was wearing thin, and things were about to get dicey in this already questionable neighborhood. Those who were drinking the Lake Erie water were getting violently ill. That, coupled with the shortage of available food and the realization that nobody was coming to replenish the looted supermarket shelves, made people scared, well on their way to panicked. It wouldn’t be safe for regular people much longer. Only those willing to threaten and hurt to get what they wanted would be roaming the streets tonight. So the guilty feeling he carried was warranted. If he wasn’t so compelled to see Grace again, he would want her to stay home, stay safe.
Van was miserable standing in the hot sun in full gear, and it was all he could do to refrain from daydreaming about Grace. He’d thought about her so many times that at some point, he realized he was fighting a losing battle trying to squash that train of thought. He didn’t know why his thoughts gravitated back to her at first, but lucky him, he had the whole damn day to figure it out. And what he realized was that it wasn’t any of the obvious reasons why he’d have trouble getting a woman out of his head. It wasn’t her looks or the fact that he’d seen her completely naked. Nor was it the mental picture seared into his brain of her tank top stuck to her breasts, bouncing a bit with each footfall. Even the fact that she had her own weapon and could take care of herself well enough to venture out at night wasn’t the aspect of her that made her fascinating, albeit, those were plusses, too. What made her stick out from every other woman he’d ever met was her ability to sit, calm, patient, and unmoving until the exact situation she was waiting for existed. Stupid reason, but that was it.
She didn’t fall into a stereotypical female role. Her body was female, but her energy was more imposing, more masculine. He was also confident that he could spend an afternoon with her and not run the risk of death by talking, even though with that sweet bird chirp of a voice, he did run the risk of getting cramps in his cheeks from grinning so much.
He’d scoped out the area that overlooked the beach with the express intent of finding a place where he could take Grace if he saw her again. He sought out someplace safe where they could spend some time and talk for a while. He decided that he would definitely reveal his attraction to her if he saw her tonight simply because he couldn’t get her out of his mind, and because he may never get the chance to see her again. It was a long shot that anything more would ever come of it. They would both be lucky to be alive this time next month, which in his mind was more of a reason to wring everything he could out of the time he had left.
During the hottest hours of the
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