afternoon, Van’s mind meandered to places it shouldn’t have gone. He sported half wood for hours, fantasizing about what he wanted to do if he ever had Grace’s beautiful little body to play with. He could practically taste her on his tongue already. And once there, the visual image of his head between her legs was seared into his brain.
“Fucking quit,” he hissed to himself almost inaudibly as his mind went there again. He still searched for her every few minutes, and just as the last crescent of the sun sank completely into the horizon, his eyes found her walking toward him. He felt the ridiculously big smile spread over his face and didn’t even try to hide it.
“So much for you taking my advice about coming out alone,” he said as they reached each other.
“You’ll find I don’t listen to anybody, so don’t feel bad.” A good-natured grin transformed her face from tough and serious to softly appealing.
“Well your rebellious nature is my lucky break, because I was hoping to see you today.”
Her eyes flashed a moment of surprise. “You were?”
“Is that so hard to believe?”
She didn’t answer him.
“I was just going to take a break.” He hung his rifle from its strap over his shoulder and reached out a hand to her. “Come sit with me a while until the beach totally clears out.”
She stilled for a moment. Hesitation flickered over her face. She was assessing him…assessing the situation. Then, her eyes traveled up to his, and she placed her delicate hand inside the one that was outstretched toward her. Van led her to the spot he had found earlier. It had a good view of the beach below but was secluded enough that they wouldn’t be seen unless somebody came right up on them by accident.
His eyes roamed over her body, checking for any signs that she wasn’t eating or drinking as she sat down next to him. “Are you hungry?”
“No.”
“Are you sure? I have an apple somebody gave me this afternoon.”
Grace’s face fell, and she pegged him with a serious stare. “You don’t have any other food than an apple?”
Van shrugged. “Don’t worry about me. I know how to keep myself alive.”
Van and Grace sat talking for a half hour, getting to know the basics about each other. He could have sat there forever, reveling in the comfortable aura that surrounded her. There was no awkward fumbling of words or any uncomfortable silences. There were no pretenses or games, just one person talking to another, straightforward and easy.
“I was at the guard station in Middleburg when the power went out. Every man there was immediately assigned to the shoreline.”
“Did you get any information about what was going on before you left? It was an EMP, right?”
Van was surprised she knew what an EMP was, but only for a second. During their conversation, it had become obvious that she was well informed and well prepared for a situation like this. He nodded in answer to her question. “The initial reports were that the Chinese claimed responsibility for the EMP immediately after it happened. Evidently, many countries around the world are celebrating our demise. From their perspective, the rich bully of the world just got taken down a couple notches.”
“I can see the TV news stories now—footage of people dancing in the streets because of this. Celebrating our suffering.”
“It wouldn’t be the first time.” He shook his head. “Anyways, they sent all the guardsmen to the shoreline because it’s our northern border.”
“Do you think they’re going to invade us now that we’re relatively defenseless?”
“Makes sense. But I doubt they’ll be doing it through Canada. Our deployment to the northern border is just policy, I think.”
“So the whole country is like this?”
“Pretty much. I heard the southern half of Florida was out of range of the pulse, but that might have just been rumor.”
Grace had a quick intake of breath. “Really? My dad was supposed to be in
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