Life After The Undead (Book 1) (74 page)

The
truck
bumped
on
the
road
and
pulled
me
out
of
my
thoughts.
I
looked
out
the
window
and
noticed
a herd
of
undead
crossing
the
street.
Quinn
pressed
down
on
the
accelerator.
I
grinned
.

“You
enjoy
this
way
too much.”

Quinn
smiled.
“I
enjoy
watching you
wash
the
truck.”
His
mouth snapped
shut
after
he
spoke,
and
his
face
turned
red.

I cocked my head to the side and looked at him with feigned anger. “Oh,
so
now
the
truth
comes
out.
What
part
do
you
enjoy
the
most?
Seeing
me
get
covered
in
undead
crud
or
how
I
react
when
a
zombie
attacks
my
leg?”

Quinn
pressed
his
mouth
shut
and
shook
his
head.
“I
shouldn
’t
have
said
anything.
I
’
m
sorry.”

“No,
no.
I
want
to
know.
You
’
ve
piqued
my
interest.”

He cleared
his
throat.
“I
like
to
watch
you.
Since
the
moment
we
first
met,
I
haven
’t
been
able
to
get
you
out
of
my
mind.
When
you
told
me
earlier
that
Liet
thought
we
were
dating,
the
first
thing
that
popped
into
my
head
was
that
you should
date
me to
validate
his
feelings.”

I
was
stunned
silent.
My
intention
was
to
tease
him a
little
to
lighten
the
mood.
I
had
no
idea
it
’d
take
an
even
more
serious
turn.
It
made
me
wonder
if
Pam
and
Liet
had
noticed
Quinn
watching
me,
if
that
was
what
had tipped
them off
to
the
fact
we
might
be
together.
I
always
caught
myself
staring
at
him,
wondering
what
it
was
like
to kiss
him
and
if
we
’d
ever
be
a
couple.
Now
that
the
topic
actually
came
up,
I
was
too
embarrassed
to
talk
about
it.

Quinn
forced
a
chuckle.
“Hey,
whatever
you
want
to
do
is
fine.
I
couldn
’t
go
another
trip
without
saying
anything.
At
least
you
know
where
I
stand.”

I
wanted
to
tell
him
that
I
felt
the
same
way,
but
the
words
stuck
in
my
throat.
All
I
could
do
was
stare
out
the
window,
smiling
to
myself. Quinn
ran
into
another
zombie
and
blood
and
puss
flew
over
the
hood,
coating
the
windshield
like
someone
threw
a
bucket
of
the
goo.
He
turned
on
the
windshield
wipers
and smeared
the
viscous
fluid all
over
the
glass.
He
pulled
the
trigger
to release
the
cleaner
fluid,
but
nothing
came
out.

“Crap,”
he
muttered
under
his
breath.

Quinn
slammed
on
the
brakes.
I
braced
myself
against
the
dash.

I took
a
deep
breath and
steeled
my
nerves.
“Quinn, I
want
you
to
know
that I
feel
the
same
way, b
ut
I
don
’t
know
how
well
things
will work
out
with
Liet.”

He
looked
at
me,
a
serious
expression
on
his
face.
“I’m
not
afraid
of
Liet.”

I stared
at
him
for a
silent
minute.
“I
know,
but I
think
maybe
we
should
keep
this
between
us.
A
secret. Just
for a
little
while.”

“If
tha
t’s
what
makes
you
comfortable.”

I
nodded.
“It
does.”

We
stared
at
each
other
for a
long
time.

“What
changed
your
mind?” I
finally
asked.

“What
do
you
mean?”

“Last
time
we
talked
about
boyfriends
and
girlfriends,
you
told
me
that
Kyle
was
available.”

Quinn
laughed.
“I
was
trying
to
gauge
your
interest.
I
didn
’t
know
if
you
liked
me,
and
I
was
too embarrassed
to
say
anything,
so I told
you
that
so
I
wouldn’t
look
like
an
idiot.”

A horn
honked
behind
us.
We
broke
our
gazes
and
glanced
out
the
window.
In
the
rearview,
the
horde
we’d
passed
on
the
road
was
slowly
limping
to
our
location.

“I
suppose
I
should
take
care
of
the
windshield.”
Quinn
sighed.
“I’
m
sure
Bill
and
Kyle
are
wondering
wha
t’s
going
on.”

“Looks
like
it’s
going
to
have
to
be
a
quick
clean
job
from
the
roof.”

Quinn
shrugged.
“I
have
to
be
able
to
see.
Will
you
watch
my
back?”

“Of
course.”

Bill
and
Kyle
pulled
up
next
to
us.

“What
are
you
doing?”
Bill
yelled.

Quinn
grabbed
the
cleaning
fluid
and
a
rag.
He
turned
toward
the
other
truck
and
pointed
at
the
bottle.

“What is
taking
so
long?”
Bill
snapped.

“I
couldn’t
find
the
rag,”
Quinn
said.
He
turned
to
me.
“Oops.”