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you’ve got some space to run in.”
    Her face streaked red, again. The man was all fucking eyeballs! There was just no possible way he could have seen her doing apocalypse exercises. She’d specifically waited until he and Jamie were in the middle of a heated debate about what constituted a dunk.
    Jamie felt that it was acceptable to stand on a chair to do it. Unsurprisingly, Blake had not felt the same way.
    “I…uh…”
    Her brain screamed at her. Just ask! Just force the muteness out of your body and ask.
    “It’s okay if you don’t want to, June.”
    Man alive, he was nice. He looked at her, then, and his eyes suddenly seemed far bluer than they ever had before. Electric blue almost, and full of earnestness. His face was sly but his eyes gave him away.
    “No, no—it’s just…how long have you been here?”
    He grinned at that. Again, it changed the whole tenor of his features. Made him more handsome, more relaxed, less…empty than he sometimes seemed. Then there was the fact that he desperately needed a shave, which only added to all of that stuff—all the handsomeness or relaxedness or whatever other nonsense she hadn’t wanted to think about.
    “A year and a half.”
    He paused, stood. Went to take his t-shirt off then stopped himself with the hem halfway over his belly. Of course, her mind immediately went to what he’d said the night before, about frightening her. Did he think his half-nakedness had been the trigger?
    Possibly. Probably. Either way he started toward the bathroom, to finish getting out of his sleep clothes.
    “You don’t need to worry, June. They won’t cross the water—you know they won’t. I know you know they won’t.”
    “Yeah,” she said, as he disappeared inside. She closed her eyes on the thought of something being in there, waiting for him—though recognized that these little flashes…these little shuttering snaps of panic…they were getting less intense. They didn’t quite draw her up short the way they used to. “Yeah, I do. And yeah, I think I’ll come for a run.”
    She slid off the bed to the tune of his great and got a different sort of flashback on hearing the word. Not a flashback to her life, of course—because she’d never had a husband. But she knew it sounded like that when he said it. It was the kind of thing husbands did, when their wives said hey, I think I’ll join you at the marina.
    Brisk and kind of casually happy. Everything familiar and good.
    God, how weird.
    “Do you think Jamie will mind if I take something of his, to wear? It’s just…I’m not sure I can run in so much…wool.”
    It was a good way of broaching that strange subject, but it was Jamie who answered. And he didn’t mention anything about why they’d gone with enormous fleeces for any possible female companion they might one day have.
    “No, Jamie won’t mind. In fact, Jamie is pleased you want to wear his stupid, pointed, straight out of Star Trek boots.”
    She turned to see why his voice was muffled. Head in the pillow, obviously. Ass in the air. She couldn’t for the life in her tell why he’d decided to take up that position, and not for the first time she found herself wondering if the apocalypse had turned him strange.
    Or if he’d just always been this way.
    She was guessing the latter, if his ultra faded and obviously long loved t-shirt collection was anything to go by. They kept all of their clothes in the two drawers under the bed, and his side was largely comprised of weirdly silk-screened scraps of silliness.
    She picked one with a goat jumping over the moon on the front. Slipped the monolith of wool over her head real quick then shoved it on before Jamie could stop snogging the pillow and Blake could return from the bathroom.
    Of course she could have gone to the guestroom to change. But something made her not want to. If she went, they might think she was still frightened. And if she didn’t and undressed really slowly, they might think…well. She