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all too easy for him to picture those lips wrapped around his cock.
    West seemed unaware of the X-rated thoughts running through Axel’s head. “Hopefully someone will find us soon.”
    I don’t know, spending a few days in the desert with you might not be such a bad thing. As a fantasy, it was pretty hot. Axel was proud of himself for keeping his mouth shut on that come-on. He was learning.
    “Yeah, well, the way my luck’s been running today, we’re probably screwed.” Axel sighed. “Why’re we standing up? I mean, are we gonna try to see if I can walk some more, or…” How far had he gotten from the zombies? “I think we should try that.”
    West smiled a little. “Well, yeah, I thought we’d see if we couldn’t put more space between us and them.”
    “Again, you say that like you believe in zombies,” Axel noted. It was bothering him. “If some guy started telling me he’d been running from zombies, I’d wonder what kinda drugs he’d been taking.”
    “Are you on drugs?” West asked.
    Axel scowled. “No. You can’t do drugs and be a great sandboarder.”
    “Sandboarder? You’re a sandboarder?” West looked at him, then his jaw dropped open. “Oh my god! You’re that Axel! Axel Majors! I didn’t—I—I—”
    Well, that was good for his ego. “Yeah, I guess.” He was pleased that West seemed impressed, though he tried to hide it.
    West hung his head. “I’m such a dork. You’re one of my favorite sandboarders. I saw you last spring at the competition at Sand Mountain. You took first place.”
    “I remember winning, and the heat, and thinking Jukie was going to beat me what with the way he was flirting with all the judges.” Axel had been irritated and amused both. “Jukie’s a flirt, and he’s an asshole. He’s the reason I’m out here now.”
    West started them moving, walking slowly, bracing Axel on his injured side. “He, er, he’s your boyfriend, right?”
    Axel huffed, anger sparking bright. “No, and that was what pissed him off. We broke up a while back—okay, I called it off, but I was totally nice about it. Jukie waited until today to have a hissy fit, and the fucker attacked me with a clipboard and left. Then my phone got broken, I guess when he was hitting me, and the ATV wouldn’t fuckin’ work.”
    And was West blushing again ? He’d also stiffened up some. Axel could feel it. “Did I piss you off somehow?”
    Before West could answer, a bat zipped down right in front of them.
    Axel screeched like a banshee and ducked his head.
    West didn’t even flinch.
    Axel felt like the biggest wuss in the universe. The bat flapped off. “That didn’t scare you?”
    West shrugged. They walked in a silence that wasn’t exactly comfortable. Axel was too tired to stress over it.
    Eventually, West stopped them. “Hey, do you hear that?”
    Axel blinked, cocked his head, and listened. “It’s buzzing—oh! Those are engines!”
    “Yes.” West smiled sweetly. “They are. I think we’re about to be rescued.”
    The news didn’t fill Axel with as much relief as it should have. He wanted to be back in the safety of his apartment, but he wanted a little more time with West too.
    He didn’t get it. As it turned out, the four people who arrived on ATVs were the very ones West had gotten separated from.
    When one of them offered to take Axel back to his place, he looked at West, wondering if he dared to make a move and ask for his number.
    But West only waved at him and told him to take care.
    Axel had never been given such an obvious brush-off before. He didn’t care for it one bit, either.
     

Chapter Seven
     
     
     
    West looked out of the window. The glittering lights of downtown Portland mesmerized him for a little while, then he sighed and closed his eyes. He rested his brow against the cool glass.
    Everything had changed so much. Not just recently, but since his parents had died. The vampire thing sucked—no pun intended—and all he could do was hope he’d