Born in the Apocalypse 2: State Of Ruin (17 page)

Hunger. Nice choice of words. Claire shivered in spite of the weather. Andre caught it and grimaced. “Sorry.”

She shrugged it off, and there was an awkward moment of quiet. Then Andre said, “Balls.”

“Come again, Corporal?”

“If Idaho or anyone else ever tries to get too cozy. I’ve probably told you this before.”

“Oh.” Claire nodded. “Yeah. Eyeballs, testicles. Whichever you can get at. I know. Yes, sir, you’ve told me a few times.”

“Okay, okay.” Andre held his hands up in surrender. “Maybe I just like saying ‘balls.’ I know you handle yourself just fine. I just…you know.”

“I know.”

Nightfall would bring the dead, and Death. But for now, in the encampment designated Fairfield but affectionately known by another name, there was light and warmth and a comfortable silence.

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