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number. When you’re ready, call
and remind me and I’ll get another officer to assist me with crowd
control.”
     
    ***
     
    When Trevor and Christine finished unloading
the van into neat piles at the Spring Hill store, they reloaded it
with perishables destined for Main Street.
    “We need to keep some of this out for you,”
Trevor told her.
    “I’ll get some tomorrow. Right now I’m having
fun, so don’t worry about it,” she answered, wheeling a full basket
of bread and donuts right into the large van. She pushed her blonde
bangs out of her eyes and left a streak of dirt across her
forehead.
    “We’ve done a great deal today,” Trevor said.
“It’s almost six. I say after we unload this stuff we go to dinner.
How does sushi sound?”
     
    ***
     
    “That was wonderful, Trevor. I had no idea
that place was here. I love sushi, I just wish I knew how to make
it,” Christine said, unlocking her front door. “Would you like a
glass of wine?”
    “Sure, then I need to get going. I think.” He
muttered. She handed him a glass with the red blend he’d brought
the other night. “I didn’t see your car in the drive.”
    “It’s at the shop getting that back window
replaced,” she told him.
    “Well if you need a ride anywhere, let me
know,” he offered.
    “Thanks, I’ve got my dad’s car if I need it.
It’s got a big storage area, what if we use both vehicles tomorrow?
We could get more done.”
    “That’s a great idea, Christine,” he said
hesitantly. “I really enjoyed having you with me all day. We work
well together. It feels like I’ve known you a lot longer than a few
days. I’ll see you in the morning at Main Street.” He reached out
for her and she came to him willingly. He kissed her deeply then
reluctantly left.
    Christine leaned her back against the closed
door smiling and sighed.

CHAPTER NINE
     
     
    Christine was up early,
dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and a sweatshirt. The temperatures
took a sudden drop overnight and she was cold. She bumped up the
heat and turned on the coffee maker, wondering when Trevor would be
by, then remembered she was supposed to meet him at the Main Street
store. After pouring the freshly brewed coffee into a thermos, she
grabbed her purse and her dad’s keys.
     
    ***
     
    “I sure hope that’s coffee!” Trevor said,
eying the thermos in Christine’s hand. He stretched his back and
put his jacket back on.
    “Trevor… I j-just saw a g-gun on your belt…”
Christine stammered.
    “Oh, yeah, I’ve had a permit to carry for
years, ever since I got robbed one night at closing. I carry a lot
of cash around at times. Chief Marty thought it prudent if I could
defend myself. Does it bother you?”
    “No, it just surprised me. Having a gun makes
sense.”
    “Have you ever shot a gun before? I could
teach you,” Trevor volunteered.
    Christine giggled. “My daddy likes guns, all
kinds of guns. He taught me to shoot by the time I was ten, which
my mom hated. By the time I was fifteen I was doing competition
shooting. Years ago he took some classes about repairing guns,
thinking it would be a good backup profession someday.”
    “Competition shooting? You must be really
good.” Trevor felt embarrassed that he had offered to teach her,
thinking she was probably better than him.
    “It’s been awhile. I usually shoot with my
dad when he comes home on rotation, though we didn’t get around to
it last time. And Trevor, I actually feel safer knowing you’re
armed. When we were holed up in that hotel, I heard gunfire. To me
it was stupid to be shooting each other when some of us were
fighting Mother Nature for our lives.” She shuddered, remembering
how frightened she was. Quickly changing the subject, she said, “So
what are we doing today?”
    “I’ve been restocking this store with the
perishables we loaded up last night. I started early because that
stuff couldn’t sit out for long. I’m just about done. There are
some boxes by the back door, if