her want to touch the twin lines between his brows.
The thought shocked her. No, she didnât want that . Jenna shook her head reflexively. She wanted to hear another human voice. That was all. Sheâd just been cooped up with him for too long.
By the time Mason hit 1500 on AM, sheâd almost lost hope.
â... if anyone hears this, Iâm at the nature outpost and research station. Those things are all over the area. Everyone else is dead. Iâm broadcasting on all emergency frequencies. I repeat, if anyone hears this ...â The man sounded weary. âAh, what the fuckâs the point?â
Prescience skittered through Jenna like cold wind on her skin. Thereâs our number eight.
EIGHT
Mason enforced rationing after their first meal.
Beside him at the kitchen counter, Jenna put a pan of water on the stove to boil while he opened yet another round of tuna, peas, and condensed soup. She wouldnât meet his eyes and had yet to speak about what was on her mindânot their guests. Something deeper. Her body radiated unease, burrowing beneath his own skin.
Strange, the idea that he could gauge her thoughts. But he trusted his instincts. This new awareness of her was instinctual. When theyâd first been in the cabin together, Mason had fought unexpected sexual impulses. Those impulses remainedâan uncanny awareness of her as a woman. Now the hair on the backs of his arms stood on end too.
âThere wonât be enough food for the whole winter.â
He looked down into green eyes that seemed to have aged in only a few days. âNo.â
Jenna inhaled deeply and pushed the air out of her mouth. âI donât regret it.â
Her unexpected allure, insufficient resources, and the stink of fearful bodies didnât wear on his nerves like their two biggest problems.
Edna. And Dr. Chris Welsh at the nature station.
Mason had known about the place, of course. He had spent weeks mapping everything in these woods, but he hadnât imagined anybody there would survive the change.
âHey, radio fans.â The strangerâs voice crackled out of the little transistor. âNext, we have sports. Those bloody Dogs mopped up again! Theyâre on a hot streak, eh?â
Tru sighed. âThis guy is lame. He deserves to be eaten.â
âWatch it,â Robert said, glancing at Edna.
âWhatâll you make me do, eh, Bob? Run laps? Or maybe youâd like a little alone time with me in the locker room.â Tru stuck two fingers in his mouth and sucked with gusto.
Bobâs face darkened to a shade just short of furious. He had a temper under that nice-guy exterior. âDo that any better, Midnight , and folksâll think you have experience.â
âOnly âcause you forced me, perv.â
Mason watched the interplay with a sense of detachment he didnât want to lose. To care about these people would be a wasted effort. Theyâd be dead before he learned their birthdays.
But dissent in the ranks couldnât be ignored. If they fought each other, theyâd be willing to challenge Mason too. For his sake and Jennaâs, he couldnât allow that.
âWeather report,â Welsh went on. âCouldnât tell you, frankly. Havenât been out of the basement in, well ... days. Letâs say seven. So still late fall. Okay, weatherman Chris says ass cold for the foreseeable future. Hereâs hoping I see spring.â
Theyâd listened to him like Rooseveltâs fireside chats, forty-eight hours on from first hearing his transmission. His voice revealed a lot. First up, he was a native of western Canada. Second, he was alone and losing his grip. Sometimes his words slurred as if heâd been drinking or suffering insomnia. Mason wouldnât blame him for either.
Among the babble he admitted was to preserve his own sanity, Welsh provided clues about his background. Heâd studied cougars in the Rockies,
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