Abercrombie Zombie by K.Z. Snow

Author:K.Z. Snow [Snow, K. Z.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press LLC

Chapter Seven

WE MET at my place—the zombie, my partner, and I—because I’d turned into a more pigheaded prick than Hunter had ever been. I figured his rejection had prompted my transformation. The morning after our talk, I’d awakened with a determination to assert both my will and my independence.

Dustin would be leading the way to his vacation property. That was the place he’d referred to, the one where he and Rémy Pouliot had “spent time together.” I insisted on taking my car. It was an older Honda, not nearly as spiffy as Hunter’s vehicles, but doing my own driving had some loopy significance in my mind. Maybe I saw it as my first step toward pulling away from Hunter, my first attempt to shuck off all that dead-end yearning that had made me more vulnerable than I’d realized. Because damn, whenever I thought of him doing his homoerotic exploring without me, I got a little crazy. I really needed to start distancing myself emotionally from my partner.

Maybe I needed to distance myself physically, as well, and strike out on my own. Psychic mediums didn’t usually work in pairs. Besides, I didn’t need all this thorny angst poking at me day in and day out.

Much to my surprise, Hunter asked if he could park his Forester at my place and ride with me. The request initially made me cringe. I assumed he wanted me to play tugboat again, but today, I didn’t feel like offering any guidance.

Have to get over this, I kept thinking. Have to. Have to. Hunter’s conviction that we could never be a couple was screwing with my whole disposition. Even Dustin was looking at me askance. And when a man who thinks he’s a zombie looks at you askance, you know it’s time for some behavior modification.

Hunter and I made small talk as I lackadaisically followed Dustin from 894 onto I-94 west. I wasn’t too worried about losing sight of our leader. He told me he’d be swinging onto I-39 just east of Madison and following it north to U.S. Highway 23. If he noticed I was no longer behind him, he said, he’d pull over and wait for me just off the exit ramp.

Hunter talked about the Rita Finnegan case, how Dustin might be able to help with it, but I barely acknowledged him. I’d turned into Robodriver. It wasn’t that I was trying to be rude; I just found it difficult to loosen up.

“You’re really acting strange, Quinn.”

“Then why did you want to ride with me?” Through peripheral vision, I could tell Hunter was watching me.

“Because gas ain’t cheap,” he said. “And I didn’t fancy being stuck in a vehicle with a guy who could suddenly develop a craving for human flesh.”

Hunter’s answer buffed away some of my rust. I tossed a smirk his way. “Hate to tell you, Manny, but you’re in a vehicle with a guy who already has a craving for human flesh.”

How painfully true. In addition to battling my crush on Hunter, I was horny.

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