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great at night, but me? When it comes to
working in the dark, I'm an expert.”
    Kat expected Jake to crack wise, seeing how
she'd all but spoon-fed him that straight line, but he turned back
the window. She frowned, sat up, and took a good look at him as he
stood peeking through a small gap in the blinds.
    Jacob O'Connor had never thought of himself
as what most people considered “handsome”. Maybe in the right kind
of light. And from across the room. In his mind, he'd never even be
modeling baseball hats. From the rear. A narrow waist, broad
shoulders, and the weight his serious gaze carried generated an
entirely different opinion on part of Kat's best friend Laurel,
however. If she were to be honest, Kat was of the same mindset. To
her, the sharp lines of Jake's hawk-like face gave him that whole
‘ruggedly handsome” look just marvelously, even without the
patented barbarian-hero block chin.
    Besides, she thought, tall, light
blue eyes, sandy brown hair, a nice bum? Hot-tay!
    More lean than muscular, Jake's six-foot
frame looked nothing like the hulking behemoths so popular in
action movies or muscle-building magazines, but his chest was deep
and the cords in his arms rippled when he'd crossed them. Both
brought an appreciative smile to Kat's lips. His hair stuck out at
odd angles, almost like a character in the Anime she'd enjoyed
watching before the dead rose, and just seemed naturally messy as
opposed to styled within an inch of its life. It went well with his
punk-rocker CBGB t-shirt, Khakis, and combat boots. It also brought
a few questions to mind. Questions like, what would be the quickest
way to get that shirt off , him onto the couch where Kat
could run her fingers through that messy hair while he lay beneath
her, and spend the next few hours getting super-sweaty in the most
enjoyable way possible?
    That was something Kat had been struggling
with for a while, and she wasn't willing to admit it to anyone yet. Especially Jake. Saying she was strongly attracted to him
would be a supreme understatement. Her feelings were more along the
lines of unbridled affection, coupled with a healthy dose of
absolutely, bug-fuck bonkers, horny cave-woman lust. With the
exception of the odd kiss (and one near-disastrous make-out session
on the roof of an abandoned Agri-supply), Kat had managed to keep
her emotions in check. The fact that Jake and her best friend
Laurel had become seriously involved was the major contributing
factor in that choice. She would do anything for her red-haired
roomie.
    Well. Almost anything, as it turned out.
    She couldn't bring herself to swear off
hoping she and Jake would be conveniently trapped somehow, away
from the rest of their group, and engage in some friendly
snuggling. Just to pass the time, you understand. Then, maybe,
something a little more serious? Like a ridiculously long session
of wild, Oh-My-God-Did-The-Earth-Move-For-You-Too intensity
lovemaking?
    He-e-e-e-ey ... The voice of Kat's
back-brain murmured in her ear.
    No. No-no. Not now.
    Have you looked out the window lately? The Voice demanded. The situation looks pretty bad. Might not
get another chance, you know.
    This isn't the time. She replied,
willing herself to actually believe it.
    What the hell?? Did you take a vow of
celibacy when I wasn't paying attention one day or something? The Voice was having none of it. Get your tush up off this
couch, walk over there, grab that sexy fellow by his dangly-bits,
and work your magic! You're totally into him and besides, it's been
months since you've been properly…
    Kat firmly locked The Voice in her head away
behind the strongest mental doors she could muster, hoping to end
that particular internal conversation. Try as she might, she could
still hear it pounding on the walls in her head, demanding some
nookie in the near future.
    Watching him as he scowled at the creatures
outside, Kat noticed, not for the first time, that Jake looked
beyond stressed-out. It wasn't just the constant