Lara didn’t like bringing up Kate. Not that she thought Will still had feelings for the other woman. Whether she had turned into a blue-eyed ghoul or not, Kate was gone now, and there was no point in lingering over her.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Lara spent the remaining four hours of sunlight tending to the wounded stranger in the room and seeing to Elise’s needs. The eight-year-old girl had become self-sufficient, and she didn’t need anything that Carly couldn’t provide. Still, Lara felt obligated to do her part, since she was the one who had brought Elise to them in the first place.
She heard Danny pouring bottles of water on himself in one of the second-floor bathrooms as she walked past. He might have been singing, too. Badly. She smiled and jogged down the stairs to the first floor.
Will sat at a table in the foyer with one of the ammo bags opened in front of him. He was feeding shotgun shells with a white “X” marked on the outside into their four Remington 870 shotguns, having already unloaded the regular shells. The shells with “X”s were loaded with silver buckshot, their go-to ammo for nighttime. He was sweating from the heat, wiping at his drenched forehead every now and then with a paper towel. They had found a whole bundle of Brawny in the kitchen pantry.
“How’s your patient?” he asked.
“I got the bullet out, and his other wounds aren’t too bad. The side GSW was a through-and-through, which is the good news. The bad news is, it’s the one wound that will give him the most trouble for days to come. Assuming he survives tonight.”
“That’s not the kind of guy who gives up easily.”
She looked around her at the first floor. All the windows in the house, along with the front and back doors, were boarded up with doors pulled from closets, bathrooms, and the bedroom on the first floor. Even the second-floor windows were boarded up, because Lara knew from experience that the ghouls could climb. Will and Danny were careful to nail the barriers over the curtains so that anyone passing by on the outside wouldn’t know the windows were barricaded. Of course, if they decided to come in for a closer look, that was another story.
Lara sat down across the table from Will. “He said Sandra is his girlfriend.”
“Did he say what happened to her?”
“He can only nod and shake his head, so I didn’t get much out of him. He should be able to talk tomorrow.” She smiled at him. “Would you stay alive after getting shot three times just to rescue me?”
“One bullet, definitely. Two bullets? I’d have to think about it. But three? I don’t know, that’s asking an awful lot.”
“My hero. I knew there was a reason I stuck around.”
“It wasn’t my charming disposition?”
“You’re not that charming.”
“Ouch.” He finished loading a second shotgun and laid it down, then picked up another one. “I have a better question for you.”
“What’s that?”
“If we met before all this — say, in a bar — would you have ever gone out with a bum like me?”
“Maybe.”
“Double ouch.”
“I don’t usually date military guys.”
“Have you ever dated military guys?”
“No. But,” she added quickly, “in my defense, no military guy has ever asked me out.”
“Is that right?”
“Uh huh.”
“Not even once? At a bar? A party? Or even at a good ol’ fashioned bus stop?”
“Nope. Not at a bar, not at a party, and not even at a good ol’ fashioned bus stop.”
“Lara,” Will said.
“What?”
“Will you go out with me?”
She laughed. “Let me think about it.”
Dusk started to settle in at 7:30 p.m., but it got dark much faster inside the house, thanks to the closed blinds, pulled curtains, and slabs of lumber positioned over the windows. There was too much risk of exposure to hang portable LED lamps, so they made do with moving carefully around in the darkness. They were used to it, and even the girls settled into their room without complaint. It helped that they were giddy about getting their own room, which had been a rarity in the last few months.
Danny and Carly took the master bedroom (Danny had called it, after all), while Will and Lara took the room next to the stranger’s. Vera and Elise’s room was to their right, the man’s room to their left, with the master bedroom across the hall. They had split up the four portable fans for the night.
Before settling down, Lara checked on the stranger again. His vitals had improved significantly since the last time she had checked. She made sure the boards over his window were sealed tight, with the curtains on the other side, and that the fan was angled to cover him from head to toe during the night. It was going to get very hot very soon.
She glanced down at her watch as she walked back to her room: 7:39 p.m.
It wouldn’t get really dark until 8:20 p.m. or so, and then they would be out.
Lara found Will in their room. He had stripped down to boxers and was pouring warm water from a couple of bottles over his head, all the water pooling on the carpet around him. The fan blew in a corner, covering as much of the room as possible by oscillating back and forth, barely making any noise at all.
She smiled at Will. “Great, you’ve gotten water all over their carpet. The family’s not going to be happy with you.”
“I’ll leave some money for the damages. Can’t be more than a few hundred bucks, right?”
“You know contractors. Add an extra hundred to what you expect to pay.”
“Hey, watch it, my dad was a contractor.”
“And I’m sure he was a lovely man — who probably gouged more than a few of his customers.”
He laughed. “Probably.”
“Did you save any for me?”
“Four bottles,” he said, indicating the extra bottles on a dresser behind them. “You want to use them in the bathroom?”
“Maybe later.”
Lara walked over and slipped her arms around his waist and kissed his back. He smelled of dirt, motor oil, and sweat. She inhaled his scent and ran her hands along his chest, then slipped them down the front of his boxers. Unsurprisingly, he responded instantly.
“Don’t start what you can’t finish, lady,” he said hoarsely.
“Is that a threat?”
He turned around and kissed her and then she was in his arms. He picked her up and carried her over to the bed. It was a girl’s bed, with thick, frilly pink blankets and sheets and fluffy pillows, but it was the biggest bed they had slept on in months, even during their stay at Harold Campbell’s facility. Most of the room seemed to be pink, though it was hard to tell in the semi-darkness.
She stared up at the ceiling, at phosphorescent stars that glowed in the dark, as he pulled off her shirt and kissed her neck and breasts, then kept moving southward. She let out a moan when he got to his intended destination.
She knew she smelled of the same dirt and sweat as he did, but he didn’t seem to mind so much, either.
He untangled himself from her after about thirty minutes, and she watched him, just a dark silhouette, gathering up his clothes from the floor, then slipping the gun belt around his waist and pulling on his urban assault vest.
“What brought that on?” he asked, smiling at her.
“I was just thinking about Sandra.”
“Sandra?”
“The stranger’s girlfriend.”
“Oh.”
“And I realized how happy I am.”
“Happy?” he said, amused.
“Happy,” she repeated. “Even now. At the end of the world. I’m happy here with you.”