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Maybe then things would be different, she had thought.
    Maybe, but probably not.
    “Well?” She asked. “Aren’t you going to say anything?” She tried to look fierce as she hissed the words at him, tried to look menacing. She had already gotten him to let her turn around. She wasn’t about to let the jerkwad shoot her, too.
    He put his gun down and took two steps closer to her, pinning her against the tree. Then the man placed his hands above her head, locking her in place. Before Emily knew what was happening, his mouth was pressed against hers, and she was getting the best kiss of her life.
     

Chapter 5
     
    “What are you doing?” She managed to ask quietly through the kiss, but she didn’t want him to stop. She didn’t want any of it to stop. It had been a long time since Emily Starken had felt alive, but she felt alive now, pressed against this tree by this stranger. Even when she had actively dated, trying to find someone to share her life with, kissing had never felt like this. Not ever. She had been doing something wrong, she realized. Either that, or everyone else had.
    “Kissing you,” he said, stopping to smirk at her. “I should have thought that much was obvious. Were you raised in a barn or something?” His dark eyes flashed with a hint of amusement as he stared at her curvy body. The apocalypse hadn’t emaciated her, but she was much thinner than she used to be.
    The moment gone, she slapped him and stood up, glaring down at him. Her own gun was a few feet away with her backpack, and she didn’t dare look at it. She knew that if she did, he’d grab it quickly, then she’d not only be without her house, but she wouldn’t have her weapon, either.
    “What are you doing at my house?” She asked him, frowning. “Are those your friends over there? Can you make them leave?” She tried to keep her voice even, level. She tried to act like she hadn’t just been making out with this stranger like a horny teenager.
    He cocked his head as he looked at her, the way a dog might look as it observed a kitten for the first time. The man didn’t seem afraid of her or angry with her. He didn’t look particularly excited about her, either. He just seemed interested, curious. That was good, Emily thought. At least this way, he might not kill her. If she kept him curious, he might keep her alive.
    “I could make them leave,” he said, after a moment. She let out a sign of relief when he said it, and he smiled. “But I won’t,” his voice a deep whisper. He stared at her intensely, waiting to see what her reaction would be.
    “What the hell is wrong with you?” She asked. “You can just move in and take my house. That’s illegal.” The man only laughed.
    “Yeah, that’s rich,” he said. “It’s a little late to quote the law at me, sweetheart. In case you haven’t noticed, there’s not exactly a working legal system anymore.”
    Emily frowned, feeling more frustrated than she’d ever felt in her life. This guy wasn’t going to back down. He wasn’t going to leave. He was going to sit here, staring at her, pushing her buttons, until she left. She could tell.
    Well, that wasn’t okay with her. Not now, not in the zombie apocalypse, and not ever. She headed for her backpack and slung it over her shoulder. Then she picked up her gun and tucked it into her jeans and started walking toward the house. He trailed closely behind her, not saying a word. She didn’t know what he was thinking and she didn’t really care. She was tired, she’d been walking for days, and she wanted to sleep in her own bed, dammit.
    When Emily got close, the men and woman standing around her house stopped talking and turned to her. The men raised their weapons, but the man behind Emily motioned for them to put the guns away.
    “It’s okay, boys,” he called out. “She’s harmless.”
    “Fuck you!” Emily said to him, turning to glower at him again. This only jeered him on more, and he laughed as she marched