Page 86 of Cookout Carnage
‘They’re really conservative and they don’t know you’re here yet. I can’t. I’m sorry. I’ll take you back to yours first.’
‘Don’t worry about me. You go. I’ll take a wander into town, grab some food for dinner.’
FUCK! ‘I, I’ve already arranged it for you. Amy’s delivering food to your rental later. And you have to be off the streets by seven.’
He looked surprised. ‘Is that when the zombies attack?’
‘It’s a local ordinance before the Fourth of July for three days. Super weird, I know. But they need people off the street when they’re setting everything up. For safety reasons.’
He looked blankly at her.
‘It’s a Southern thing,’ she added. She turned her back to him and typed out a message to Amy.
Sherilyn: HELP! Told Tris we have a 7 p.m. curfew, but he needs food. Can you run something up to his rental? And I need a present for Fender!!!
Amy: On it. Meet you at the safe house in ten.
Safe house? Sherilyn rubbed at her temples. Her headache was back.
Tristan’s hand was on her arm, stroking. ‘It’s okay, Sherilyn.’
She shook her head. ‘I look terrible, I—’
‘Hey.’ He turned her around. ‘Look at me.’
She couldn’t.
He tilted her chin up and brushed a featherlight kiss over her lips. She moaned.
‘Sherilyn Boden, you are the most beautiful woman in the world. Everything’s going to be fine. I promise.’
28
TRISTAN: Hey, anyone there?
SABRINA: OMG how did it go???????
TABI: Tell us. Is Sherilyn half-woman, half-deep-fried chicken wing?
SABRINA: Is it a full on Zing Thing?
TRISTAN: 100%
TABI: Wow, 100% chicken? Not even half-woman? She’s definitely from Kentucky.
SABRINA: I’m so happy for you, Tris!!!!!!!!
BEN: Me too, mate. Just minus all the exclamation marks.
TRISTAN: But… I need to ask the Americans something…
TABI: Yes, we like all the ways.
SABRINA: TABI!!!
TABI: Standing, Cowgirl, Reverse Cowgirl, Missionary, Doggie, Happy scissors, wheelbarrow, magic bullet.
RORY: You’re making shit up again.
