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purr volume up a few notches.
“I probably could.” Emily rubbed two fingers along each of
her temples. “Yeah. I really could.”
“I promise no one starts biting after five.”
“You mean that the produce section isn’t actually filled with
flesh eating zombies?”
“Nope. Most of them stick to the meat department. It’s
juicier there.”
Emily laug
hed. She had a pretty laugh. But then she kept
going, and it deepened. Soon she was doubled over, slapping
at her knees and snort laughing. Danica found it amusing, but
when Emily lifted her head and there were tears of laughter
clinging to and starring her sandy lashes, Dani’s heart started
at all that sweet, innocent, sunshine-infused beauty.
“Right.” Dani stood, angling back to set the ancient cat
where he’d just been perched. “I guess we should go, then. It’s
common knowledge that the most zombies are out after ten. If
we hurry, we can make it there and back and not have to worry
about any department. I actually need chicken and tuna, maybe
some liver—”
“Liver!” Emily gagged. “Nasty!”
Dani huffed. There were many, many nights she would have
been happy to have anything at all to eat, even liver. She never
talked about that, and she wasn’t in the mood for a lecture.
“It’s not for me.” She settled on the truth. “It’s for him.” She
pointed at the cat. “All I need is milk and bananas. Maybe
some chocolate. You can never have too much chocolate.”
“What kind of chocolate?”
Dani grinned mischievously. “All kinds. Every kind.”
