Waiting for this moment.
She bit her lip and sank into the couch, dropping her head into her hands. Had it really happened? Was this really it?
Her family had always warned her not to wait, not to hope that things weren’t as bad as they seemed. They’d warned her to take action at the first sign of big trouble—to get out, to stay safe.
And she had. But had she really needed to? Everything felt surreal, almost as if she were in a dream. Or maybe it was all some sort of drill her family had set up to test her. It certainly didn’t feel real.
She couldn’t wait any longer to find out what was going on. Not knowing the state of the world around her was terrifying. Finding the remote on an end table, she noticed pictures of Dane with an older couple and a girl who looked slightly younger than he was. Of course, the picture must be old because he was a child in it, no more than five or six. His family. Somewhere Dane had a family, too. Was he as worried about them as she was about hers? She bit back another wave of tears at the thought. Were they still on their way to the bunker? Were they okay? Why hadn’t they ever come up with a contingency plan for a situation where their cell phones didn’t work? They should have thought to buy CB radios or something.
Forcing the thoughts away, she flipped on the flat-screen TV hanging over the fireplace and prayed the signal still worked.
The TV flickered to life. A news anchor sat stone-faced, his tone serious while scenes of chaos played out in the square box beside his head.
Cruise ships docked in the New York City harbor.
Hazmat tents. Ambulances with flashing lights. Police in riot gear forming a perimeter.
The words on the screen changed from New York to Miami, Florida.
Highways congested even worse than the one she’d been on earlier. Grocery stores already cleared of bottled water, canned foods, and batteries.
The words changed again. This time Galveston, Texas—a fistfight at the gas station pumps.
Los Angeles—pedestrians on the street in face masks and gloves. A car in flames on a six-lane highway.
Sara watched the images flashing before her until tears blurred her vision. Covering her face with her hands, she let out the sobs she’d been holding back. Her fears were real. The threat was real. This was all actually happening.
Everything she knew was different. But for how long? Would it always be this way now or was it panic that had caused so much chaos? Maybe they would contain the outbreak, whatever it was, and it wouldn’t get a chance to escalate into a pandemic. Then life would go back to normal.
What would the new normal be if the outbreak got out?
She clicked the TV off and stood. She couldn’t wallow in worry about what would or wouldn’t be the future. The only thing she could do was get to the bunker. Once she was reunited with her family, they would figure out what to do next—together.
Her first step to feeling in control was a shower. A shower would feel real, tangible, normal. Exactly what she needed to ground her in the moment and regain her calm clear-headedness.
Sara slid off her boots, propping them by the front door, and grabbed her backpack, then limped down the hallway looking for a bathroom. The first door on the left proved to be the one she needed. Setting her bag on the counter, she glanced around for a towel. One hung on the back of the door already, but that had to be his and she didn’t really feel like sharing. There had to be more towels somewhere.
Not finding a stash anywhere in the small bathroom, she wandered farther down the hall. The next door was a bedroom. The only bedroom in the small cabin. The room was mostly bed, the queen-size frame and mattress barely fitting in the space. The quilted blanket covering it was soft and warm, although a little tattered around the edges of the stitching as if it had been washed a hundred times already.
She could picture Dane lying on this rustic, homemade-looking furniture. The wooden beams of the frame appeared almost as if they’d been gathered from the woods she’d just walked through. Maybe they had. She didn’t know anything about Dane and yet he seemed like the kind of guy who would make furniture with his own hands.
Sara finally found towels in the small linen closet at the end of the hall. Closing and locking the bathroom door, she stripped and climbed into the steaming shower. Ten minutes later, she emerged looking and smelling clean.
In her backpack she found some spare clothes and clean underwear. She only had two extra outfits with her, but it would be enough to get her to the bunker where she and the rest of her family had stored clothes, among other things. She slipped into a pair of mossy-colored cargo pants and a black tank top. It would be warm enough to wear it in the small cabin once they got a fire going and tomorrow she could wear her long-sleeved shirt or sweater over the top for her next trek into the woods.
Sara walked out of the bathroom and directly into Dane’s path. “Watch out for the blood,” he said, sidestepping, barely missing her.
If she thought he’d been messy and disgusting before, it was nothing compared to now. Not a single inch of him looked as if it had been missed by the carnage of the deer.
“I see you found my shower,” he said, pausing in the bathroom door, eyeing her.
“You said to make myself comfortable and get cleaned up, so I did. I hope that’s okay.”
His gaze traveled the length of her body, and she was suddenly aware of how formfitting her outfit was. And of how perky her nipples were in the cold breeze he’d dragged into the house with him. He met her eyes again.
“I don’t mind.” His voice sounded rougher than before. He pulled his blood- covered shirt over his head and let it drop to the floor.
Now it was her turn to eye him up and down. And she couldn’t stop herself even if she’d wanted to. Not that she wanted to. He was even more built than she’d suspected. His shoulders were broad, his chest a landscape of contours and ripples of perfectly formed muscles. His waist was trim with a tuft of hair trailing beneath the waistband of his jeans.
His hands popped the button and lowered the zipper, giving her a clear view of the elastic rim of his boxers. She stepped back, found the wall, and forced her eyes to the ground. She didn’t have time for distractions. Just because her body felt some kind of chemical-based lust for him didn’t mean her brain would allow her to waste her energies on something trivial like a hot, naked man. Not when the world was falling apart around them.
“I’ll leave you to”—she swallowed, pointed at his near nakedness—“whatever it is you’re doing there.”
Chapter Four
Sara crouched in front of the fireplace, stoking the flames so they would catch and throw more heat into the room. When she had a good-sized fire roaring, she sat back and stretched her legs out, rubbing the ache in her knee.
It was stupid to kneel on the floor to build a fire when her knee was already throbbing, but she’d needed to prove to Dane that she wasn’t some useless little girl lost in the woods. She’d needed to prove it to herself as well.
But now that the fire was going, the pain in her knee increased, making her vision dance.
She didn’t know what she’d done, but she prayed it wasn’t bad. She wasn’t sure she could hike the rest of the way to the bunker on a bad leg, but she couldn’t stay here with Dane forever, either. Hopefully it was nothing more than a bruise and stiffness. With any luck, resting it overnight would be enough to fix it so she could set out again tomorrow.
“How’s your knee?” Dane asked, leaning into the room from the kitchen.
“Sore, but I’ll survive.”
“Let’s hope we all do.”
His words settled in her stomach like a brick as he disappeared back into the kitchen, accompanied by sounds of cabinet doors opening and closing. “You want a drink? Water? Soda? Beer?”
“Beer.” Not her smartest decision, but she needed something to take a bit of the edge off.
Dane waved a beer and a bag of ice in her direction. “Come onto the couch and stretch out your le
g properly. The ice will help with any swelling. And the beer will help with everything else. If you’re not too hungry yet, I’m letting the steaks marinate for a bit and then I’ll throw them on the grill.”
She climbed onto the couch. Dane tucked up her pant leg, his fingers brushing against her thigh as he did, and set the bag of ice on her knee. A chill shivered through her body. He grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and laid it across her legs.
“Thanks. Don’t worry about me for dinner. I have my own food.”
“Well tonight you’re my guest and I’m happy to fix you dinner. Save whatever food is in that bucket for later when you actually need it.”
“No offense to your cooking, but I watched you drag that thing back here. I’m really not sure I could stomach eating it.”
“You’d be surprised. Once you smell how good it is, you’ll eat it.”
No sense fighting with him. He could cook whatever he wanted. That didn’t mean she had to eat it, and he couldn’t force her to, either.
“I watched the news while you were dealing with dinner earlier,” she said, deciding it was better to change the subject than get into an argument about something stupid like the deer.
“And what’d you find out?” he asked, taking a swig of his beer after settling himself on the floor in front of the couch.
She hadn’t realized the couch was the only place to sit in the small room. She shifted her hurt leg closer to the back of the couch and bent up her good knee to give him more room. “Don’t be uncomfortable down there after that long hike today. Sit up here.”
“I’m fine, but thanks. And that wasn’t a long hike. So what did the news say? Should I flip it back on?”
“No,” she said too quickly. She didn’t want to break down in front of him, and she was pretty sure that was exactly what would happen if she watched any more of that news footage. Maybe later she’d be strong enough to watch it again. She’d have to be if she wanted to stay informed. Sara had never liked the news on a good day, but now that the world was falling apart, she liked it even less. “Can we leave it off for now? It was playing on a loop earlier. Let’s give it a little longer to get new information.”
“What did it say?” he asked, turning toward her and propping his arm along the edge of the couch, almost resting it against her leg.
“They said the outbreak was everywhere. New York. Florida. Galveston. Even L.A.” Her voice broke.
“Everywhere the cruise ships dock,” he said, nodding. “The footage I saw in town today said the ships came back with the sickness on board, but they didn’t say what it was. Did they have a name for it on the news now?”
Sara shook her head and took a drink before speaking again. “They didn’t say what it was or how it spread, only to be safe, drink clean water, use good hygiene, stay home, isolate yourself, and call for help if you begin to feel sick.”
“Sounds like they don’t really know what they’re dealing with yet. Not to worry. We’ll be safe here. That deer is as fresh as it can be and it will feed us for a while. I’ve also got a stockpile of nonperishables, and tonight I’ll filter a bunch of water from the well, just in case something happens to the water supply.”
“You really think that will be enough?” Sara asked, discomfort in her voice.
“I do. Whatever it is, it won’t reach us for a while. My place is too remote.”
She wouldn’t feel comfortable until she was safely tucked into the bunker with its air and water filtration systems already built in, years’ worth of food for her whole family, and everything else they could possibly need.
She just had to get there.
“I’m sure you’ll be fine for a while.”
He eyed her, his expression softening. He placed his hand on her uninjured knee. “You’ll be fine here for a while, too. You don’t have to scurry off in a hurry if you don’t want to. I have more than enough supplies for the both of us.”
She watched his fingers draw circles on her leg, allowing herself the tiniest moment to forget everything else around her except for his gentle, comforting touch.
***
Dane watched Sara’s eyes flutter closed as his fingers trailed along her leg. She drew in a shaky breath before opening her eyes again and meeting his gaze. Was it his touch that was getting to her?
No. He chided himself at the thought. Surely she was wary from her travels today, the unease of what had happened, and what was still to come. Not his simple touch.
“I can’t stay,” she said, her voice stronger than it had been a few seconds before. “I’m leaving tomorrow morning. First thing.”
He gripped her leg, unable to hold back the urgency he suddenly felt. “You can’t go out there now. Not when we don’t even understand what’s happening.”
“That’s exactly why I have to go. I have to get to where it’s safe.”
“And where is safer than here? This remote cabin that no one ever comes to unless invited. It’s off the beaten path, far from major throughways. And I’ve got food, water, and weapons right here. Where could possibly be safer?”
She opened her mouth as if to speak but then shut it again, biting her lip for a minute before talking. “I’m leaving in the morning.”
“You’re not going out there unprepared again.”
Sara narrowed her eyes at him. “I’m not unprepared. Did you forget that stuff I brought with me? Supplies. My supplies.”
He shook his head annoyed—at her stupidity and at himself for even caring. “Oh, I didn’t forget. Nor did I forget that little toothpick you called a knife. You really think you’re going to be safe out there in the woods with a pocketknife if it really is as bad as the news made it seem?”
“I don’t have far to go. I’ll be fine.” She crossed her arms.
“You’ll be found and stripped of your supplies before you get to whatever mystery location you’re going to. Here you’ll be safe, where no one else will find us. At least stay for a few days until the initial craziness wears off and things calm down.”
“And what makes you think it’s so safe here? What makes you think someone won’t come here looking to take what you’ve got? You’re as vulnerable here as I will be out in the woods, but at least out there, I’m moving toward something.”
“What?” he demanded. If she was going to make big claims, she should back them up with fact, not mystery.
“I can’t tell you.” She fell silent and looked away. “I shouldn’t have told you anything.”
“Don’t worry. You didn’t.” He rose from his spot on the floor and walked into the kitchen. “If you want to get yourself killed in the morning, I’m not going to stop you.”
Dane tossed his empty beer into the garbage—the hell with recycling right now—and grabbed another from the fridge along with the marinated venison steaks. If that girl wanted to go out into the woods alone again instead of staying with him, that was fine.
“How do you want your steak cooked?” he called, not going back into the living room.
“I don’t. I told you I’m not eating Bambi,” she called back.
He gritted his teeth. How did she get on his nerves so quickly? He pushed open the back door leading out to the small, stone patio. “Fine. Rare it is.”
Later, when he walked into the living room with two plates of steak cooked to perfection, he was surprised to find Sara already eating. But what she ate was another mystery.
“Here’s your steak,” he said, handing her one of the plates.
She shook her head and held up a small bar of some kind, its foil wrapper folded down. It didn’t look like anything he’d seen before, and he couldn’t detect a hint of smell beyond the venison on the plates he held.
“I’m fine, thanks. Sorry you went to the trouble of cooking me filet of Bambi, but I did tell you I wasn’t interested. I have everything I need right here.” She took a bite of the bar and if he wasn’t mistaken, she gagged a little at the taste.
He made himself comf
ortable on the floor again. “That looks delicious. Well, edible. Well, it sort of resembles some kind of food that was left out way too long and has since spoiled. I’m sure it’s tasty. Enjoy.”
The taste of steak melting in his mouth made the annoyance of Sara disappear. He groaned quietly after swallowing, then took another bite.
“Can you please be quiet down there? I’m trying to eat in peace.”
He laughed. “You actually turned down fresh venison for—what is that, an energy bar? Wow.” He cut off another piece of steak and sat on the edge of the couch, holding it out for her to take. “Just taste it and then if you still don’t like it, go back to eating that thing.”
“No.”
“For a girl who says she’s prepared to survive the apocalypse, you’re not very adventurous.”
“Will you leave me alone if I do?”
He nodded, smiling.
“Fine.” She opened her mouth, accepting his bite of food. As she chewed, she scrunched up her face.
“You can’t tell me that isn’t way better than some emergency meal, so what’s that face for?”
She glanced back and forth between the plate of steak still waiting to be eaten and the so-called food bar in her hand. “Damn it. Bambi is delicious. I’ll take my steak now, if you don’t mind passing it to me.”
“That’s what I thought you’d say.”
Chapter Five
The next morning, Sara woke up more stiff and sore than she’d expected. Dane had been very gentlemanly, insisting she sleep in his room where she’d be more comfortable, while he took the couch. She hadn’t slept well despite the soft, welcoming bed.
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