Time of Zombies (Book 2): The Zombie Hunter's Wife by Jill James Read Free Book Online Page A

did on a roller coaster and
she went with the exhilarating ride. Who knew a kiss could do all of that?

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    He didn’t know what had changed her mind and he
didn’t care. A blast of cold air blew across the yard and skimmed over his bare
head, the only area of his body to feel the chill. The rest of his body was
fever-hot on every inch that Michelle was pressed against.
    Teddy hated to drag himself away from this moment,
but he still needed to report in to Jack and give his impressions of the church
clearing and Reverend Billy Joe Bennett. Like a dash of ice-cold water, his
mind couldn’t escape the slimy ooze of Bennett. It wasn’t just what he said. It
was all that went unsaid but peered out of his ice-cold eyes. Like a vulture
waiting for the prey to die.
    Her arms dropped away and Michelle backed up.
“What?” Her eyes were still hazed over with lust and he wanted to be nowhere
but back in her arms to see where this newfound attraction led.
    “I hate to do this,” Teddy stumbled for words.
“But I need to talk to Jack about what we saw out there and I get this feeling
that ten minutes from now you’ll regret kissing me.”
    She stood tall and smiled up at him. “I only have
one regret in this life, and kissing you isn’t it.”
    His heart was fit to burst out of his chest as she
took his hand and they headed to the center of the compound where Jack and Paul
were already holding a group meeting. The words ‘Bennett’ and ‘church’ filtered
through his happy bubble and just like that they were back in the crappy world
of zombies and possible renegades. He’d missed the insanity of General Peters
and his zombie army attacking the group, but intuition told him Billy Joe
Bennett might be just as bad.

Chapter Seven
     
     
     
    Michelle folded clothing on the picnic table as
the front gate rolled open and Commander Canida left to talk with the church
group. He had Paul and Suz with him as backup. More of the men had wanted to
go, but Jack overruled them all with the logic of being less threatening and
not giving away their numbers.
    She was on the last load of washing when the ‘all
safe’ honking sounded and the gate rolled open again. Three mad faces didn’t
bode well for the initial meeting. Jack put a hand on Paul’s shoulder and the
man yelled and shoved it away. His anger carried across the yard even if the
words didn’t.
    Jack marched to the firepit, which had become the
hub of communication in the camp. Meetings were routinely held there and gossip
circles mingled there as well during the day. He held his hands up as soon as
everyone gathered. “We have met with the Fruitful Harvest Church. All I will
say is the meeting went as expected. Once the children are in bed tonight, we
will hold a group meeting.”
    Loud mumblings rolled across the space, but it
died down as Jack refused to say more and marched to his motor home. The
slamming of Paul Luther’s trailer door echoed in the suddenly-silent yard.
    Dinner was a quiet affair except for the
complaints of the children at missing the important meeting. Rogue Vantage sat
on either side of her and made their thoughts very clear.
    Dylan hit the table with his fist. “We’re part of
this camp too. We should have our say in what matters.”
    She hugged him. “I know. But this is a grown-up
meeting. I’ll tell you all about it in the morning.”
    “When do I get to be a grown-up?”
    “When you are way older than six, stupid,” Connor
said, punching him.
    “I’m not stupid, am I, Mom?”
    “Of course not, Dylan.” She eyed Connor over
Dylan’s head. “And don’t punch your brother.”
    “Well, I can’t punch anyone else,” Connor added
with a smirk.
    She sighed and hugged Dylan. “Boys,” she muttered
under her breath.
    The boys fought her every step of the way, but she
finally got them all settled down in their trailer. Originally, it was Aiden’s,
but the boys had found paint and personalized it all their own.