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is in Vegas. My mom cans the huckleberries on the backside of the property.” He rocked his body into Heather’s from the side, his teeth flashing and his eyes roving her face.
    The bastard had trumped me and I had no recourse.
    He lifted his eyes to mine, innocent as a whorish lamb. “How do you know the girls?”
    Ass. “Heather and I met in Vegas. You could say we’ve traded life-changing moments.”
    Heather’s gaze zapped to my face. Her eyes narrowed. “Yes, you could say that.” Why she was annoyed escaped me.
    Brian cut in. “Good.” He claimed Heather’s hand in his. “Heath, I brought the Hummer. Come to the house with me. Mom wants to see you and has some things for Grandma Jean.”
    I butted in. “Thanks, Brian, but we’re under some pressure here. You might want to spread the word that the attacks in the south are headed this way.” I tried catching Heather’s gaze. No way in hell was I letting her off the property without proper protection – Brian was the type of guy that made metrosexual males seem manly. I tried to talk with a smile, but wasn’t very successful. “Heather is needed here.”
    Arm extended for Heather to hold, Brian smiled my way. “I’m sure she is. Is there anything I can do to help?”
    Go away? “No, that’s okay. You should run and —”
    “Does your mom still have that stockpile of oil and gas?” Heather ignored the slack-jawed expression I couldn’t hide. “Brian’s mom has a huge storage of fuel and supplies because she believes the democrats are taking the economy and the republicans are taking the rest. I haven’t seen her in forever. I’ve missed her. She practically raised me during the summers when Grandma Jean was busy working.” She spun her grin toward Brian. “If we could get some fuel, that would be awesome.”
    “What are we going to do with fuel? Oil?” I had talked to James about the maybes, nothing had been confirmed as a for-sure.
    “Seriously, Paul. Don’t give me that crap. James talks a lot .” Thrusting a hand on her hip, she pursed her mouth. Was it wrong that I wanted to bite her lower lip? She continued. “I get that it’s dangerous, but it’s right up the road. I need to do something.”
    And hell, I was going to beat the living crap out of my brother. “Brian can go without you. I could join him, even.” Another meal had to be around the corner, right? Plus, I needed him to stay close so we could test the vaccine on him.
    A wide smile plastered across her face, raising the alarms in my nervous system. She answered me in a low sultry voice filled with anger. “I don’t think so. I can go with him. I’m perfectly safe. His house is just up the way. Plus, I wouldn’t mind discussing the situation with his mother. She has a huge influence with the people in town. We need all the help we can get after the crap Dominic pulled, don’t you think?” Of course she would reference the fact that I’m a Most-Wanted and Dr. Duncan had been discredited on the national news by Dominic himself.
    Brian jerked his arm away and stumbled back. His action was odd, but what did one weirdo matter when compared to the fact that Heather might leave? He grimaced. “I can take Heather. We’ll head right back after we load up. Do you want oil in five gallon buckets? Or tanks?”
    The last thing I wanted was for Heather to leave. She had the immunity. I just didn’t feel right letting her go. But I wasn’t her keeper and she wasn’t doing much sitting around waiting for us to start the defense set-up or for the Duncan’s to keep testing. If she could get some people rounded up and prepared for the upcoming attacks, it would help in the fight against Dominic and his zombies.
    Helping her to her feet, my human competition wrapped his arm around her small waist. Low and intimate, his words still carried my way. “Whenever you’re ready.”
    I bit the inside of my cheek. She didn’t even look my way. Fine. She’d go grab the fuel, stir up