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passed with idle chitchat. It wasn’t until Hannah prepared for bed that she could really think about the kiss she and Brody had shared. She’d spent the rest of that afternoon in town looking for supplies in a state of heightened awareness. Every movement made her clothes chafe against her sensitive skin, and each time she accidentally caught his eye, she’d relived that brief moment of pleasure. Worse, she wanted to do it again without stopping him. Her body ached with longing.
    Pulling out her vibrator, she tried to muster enthusiasm, but how could she enjoy herself when what she really craved sat just downstairs? The cold plastic of her toy could not match the thickness of his cock.
    With a snort of disgust, she threw the vibrator back into the drawer and slammed it shut. Stripping, she prepared to go to bed, but once under her sheet, she tossed and turned, too restless to sleep—too hot and horny.
    She hopped out of bed and went to her window, opening it wider, hoping for a cooling breeze. Instead, she heard the strains of music and a weird ticking sound coming from below her window on the front porch. Intrigued, even as she knew who the culprit had to be, she padded barefoot down the steps in her night shorts and tank top.
    The front door gaped open with only the screen door shut. Looking out, she saw Brody sitting on the front step holding a long stick.
    Curious, she stepped out. “What are you doing?”
    Tilting his head to look back at her, he smiled, his obvious enjoyment in her appearance warming her from head to toe. “What’s it look like I’m doing? I’m preparing to go fishing tomorrow. I thought you might enjoy a change in fare.”
    Hannah’s mouth watered at the thought of fresh fish fillets. She hadn’t had meat other than chicken in forever. They’d never taught trapping skills in home economics.
    “You know how to fish?” she asked, coming to sit beside him.
    Brody chuckled. “Who doesn’t?”
    Her for one. Dad had been a farmer. He relied on the land to feed them. “Will you teach me?”
    “Sure, but I warn you, we’ll be leaving at the crack of dawn. That’s when the fish bite best.”
    “I’ll be ready.”
    When they fell silent, she once again heard music. “What the hell is that?” she asked, not recognizing the tune that came crooning out of a small battery-operated speaker sitting on the window ledge.
    Brody grinned, his teeth glistening white in the deepening night. “That is a classic from the eighties called ‘Armageddon It’ by Def Leppard.”
    Hannah listened, tapping her foot. “It’s kind of catchy. Where’d you find it?”
    “When I was travelling, I picked up quite a few MP3 players already loaded with tunes. So long as I can find live batteries, I’ve got music. It makes the time pass quicker when you’re on the road.”
    His mention of travel, not to mention the darkness, made her bold. She asked the question that had been bothering her. “You said something before about missing me. Your family. If that’s true, then why did it take you so long to come back?”
    “Don’t ever doubt I missed you. I missed you the moment I hit the town line.”
    “And yet not once did you call. Not once did you visit. I find that hard to believe.”
    “It’s the truth. I was a chicken then and a chicken after the shit hit the fan. A real man shouldn’t admit this, but I want you to know the truth. I need you to understand why I wasn’t here.”
    “You were scared.”
    “Damned straight I was. I didn’t know if I could handle knowing everyone I grew up with had died. So I waited. And waited. I waited so damned long that the simple solution of picking up a phone and dialing wasn’t an option. When I finally decided I’d played the coward long enough, and realized I wouldn’t get any peace until I knew for sure, I set out.”
    “How long ago?”
    “Once I knew the snow was melting. I didn’t dare travel during winter, not on a bike. On the way, I ran into