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squeeze. “You’re an optimist.”
    “And you’re not?”
    His hand slid away and his eyes grew hard with one last shake of his head. “Nope.”
    Megan shivered.
    “You ready for bed?” He was judicious in changing the subject and didn’t push his point until she agreed, like most guys she’d ever dated would have. Just as well. She couldn’t exactly explain that she hoped the future of mankind was flowing through her veins. Not without admitting that she’d been bitten, and was basically a zombie waiting to happen. Although it had been seven months, and Megan figured if she were going to turn, she would have by now. He probably would not see it that way. Nobody ever did.
    Sliding off the hood, she followed him to the back of the Suburban. Despite herself, she couldn’t help but wonder what his reaction would be.
    She spent the first two months of this plague without hope, watching her mother die, then waiting around to die as well. When that didn’t happen, she decided to get out of the city. After the last group of people Megan traveled with died in the attack, she realized she had to do more than just survive. Another month passed and she still felt normal, the wound on her arm completely healed, and she got the idea that maybe she was immune to whatever caused this illness. Maybe she carried some kind of antibodies; maybe she could save the world. Maybe not, but it gave her life purpose, and she needed that.
    “It’s not the Fairmont—” Sam opened the back door to the Suburban as he began to apologize.
    “It’s better than a Motel Six.”
    His laughter echoed behind her while she climbed in, and it warmed her heart to make him smile after the day they had.
    He’d put the middle seat down, shoved all the guns and ammo to the other half, then piled everything else on that same side of the car. It left just enough room for the two of them to lie down, if they huddled close, which she didn’t mind if he didn’t. Sam climbed in and shut the door behind him, then hit the door locks. Megan hunched against his pile of stuff and waited for him to get settled. It occurred to her that he was quite a bit taller than her. She doubted he would be able to stretch out.
    He relaxed on his side with his arm bent under his head, then reached out and pulled her down next to him.
    Sam was a warm wall of muscle, both soft and hard at the same time. Megan nestled into the crook of his arm and boldly intertwined her legs with his to get comfortable. After all, she’d already wrapped her legs around him in about the most intimate way possible. This was nothing.
    His chest rumbled against her cheek when he cleared his throat and spoke. “Tomorrow night we’ll find a better bed.” The thought of being anywhere but in this very spot tore at Megan. “I feel safe sleeping in the car, safer than I’ve felt in a long, long time.” She looked up into his face. “Thank you.”
    “How the hell did you survive all this time with no guns, no car, all on your own?”
    “Like a rat, scurrying from corner to corner to survive.” She nuzzled against his warmth to chase that distasteful thought away.
    “You don’t smell like a rat.” He sniffed her hair loud for effect and she laughed. “Nope, you smell like summer and apples, with a hint of peanut butter.”
    The next morning Sam pulled up to the makeshift gate and waited for the guards to walk from the interior fence line to the outer with their guns raised. Megan hunched low in the seat, her heart pounding in her throat.
    “What’s your business here?” The younger of the two men demanded.
    “Hold on Kyle. Zombies don’t drive cars.” The older man reassured the youth as he walked up to Sam’s window. “What can I do for you?”
    “We’re looking to trade. We have some food and need some gas.” Sam kept his cool even with the jumpy twerp on Megan’s side of the car about to explode.
    She hoped for everyone’s sake, the guy didn’t faint.
    The older gentleman