Free Learning To Live (Zombie Overload Series) by C. M. Wright Page B

lusting after someone else, and since your
spouse/partner was gone, why not? How well do you think they would
take it?
    The
shower shuts off and the curtain rattles across the bar as it opens.
Will grabs a towel and and I watch as he dries off. Of
course I'm watching. Hello??? For an old guy, he sure
looks good naked. HAHAHA! Had to go there. Sorry. He's
really not that old, it's just something we tease each other about
because there is a thirteen year age difference between us.
    I
get to my feet and walk over to him. I take the towel away and motion
for him to turn around. He does and I take my time drying off his
back. When I finish, I give him a nice smack on his ass. He jumps and
yelps. I grin at him as he turns to me and wraps his arms around me. Damn this feels nice. I
thought all this was gone. I will never take him for granted again. I
lean into him and he holds me tighter. Raising my face to him, we
kiss long and hard. If only we had more time...but we don't
and that sucks.
    Will brings
his hand up and turns my face, exposing the bruise for his close
examination. I hold my breath, certain he'll discover the truth. He
turns my face back toward him and lays a soft kiss on my nose.
    "I'm
sorry. It was killing me to think Jake did this. I'm glad I
asked you about it. I love you."
    I let myself
breathe again. "I love you, too, Will."
    Stepping
back from him, I hand him his clothes and he gets dressed.
    With
Will smelling and looking good again, we leave the bathroom and head
downstairs. We find Bianca, Jake, and the boy sitting at the table
eating something. Getting closer, I see it's canned beef stew. My
mouth waters-it could have been almost anything and my mouth would
have watered-and Jake moves to the stove, spooning large helpings
into two more bowls. Grabbing a couple spoons, he brings them to Will
and me.
    I
stare at our bowls of stew, paranoia returning. I watch as Will
raises the spoon and without thinking, I hit his hand hard and the
spoon flies through the air, clattering against the far wall, stew
splattering from top to bottom.

Chapter Sixteen
    Bianca
cries out in surprise and the boy flies against her side. Jake bursts
out in loud laughter, banging his fist on the table. Will looks at me
for a moment then looks at Jake and back at me. He pushes the bowl
away and sits back.
    I
grab our bowls, tossing them in the trash on my way to the pantry.
Finding another can and a new pot, I dump the stew inside, heating it
up. Grabbing us a new bowl and spoon each, I lean my back against the
counter to wait.
    I
stare at Jake, hard. He's still gasping for breath and chuckling,
shaking his head. I want to hit him if only because I should be able
to trust him, but I can't. Not now. I look over at Will and my body
jerks, startled at seeing him looking at me and Jake so intensely.
He's got a look of suspicion on his face and I don't like where his
mind is probably going.
    Shaking
my head, I turn and stir the stew. Satisfied it's hot enough, I pour
most of it into Will's bowl and take the bowls to the table-set them
in front of us-and drop clean spoons inside. Will and I start eating
and I look around the table.
    Bianca
is obviously uncomfortable with the drama and avoids eye contact with
all but the boy, who she's gotten settled back in his chair-although
that chair is now much closer to her own. Jake is finishing his stew
and grinning into his bowl, also avoiding eye contact.
    Next
I glance at Will and catch him looking at me. I smile at him and duck
my head, pretending to be totally involved in nothing but eating. Yes. We will have to talk about all this. Just not now. Now, I
just want to get everyone back to my sister's house...alive.
    We
finish eating and then search the house for guns and ammo.
Considering it's a farm house, it's possible they own guns. We hope,
anyway. We do find a shotgun and a few boxes of shells, but that's
it. Bianca has made a pile in the small entry room just inside the
house with food, blankets,