Apocalypse Cowboy

wondering if he dreamed, aching to touch her but scared she’d disappear, leaving him to wake once again to dreaded loneliness.

“It’s me, kitten,” he said, using the nickname he’d given her because of her penchant for snuggling and making a sound like a purr. He took another step.

“I’m not your kitten,” she retorted, her eyes sparking with anger. The shotgun swung up. “Get out.”

Brody raised his hands and took another step toward the only woman he’d ever loved, hope blossoming in his heart, unafraid of the danger she posed with her shaking finger on the trigger. “I’ve missed you,” he said softly and thought, more than you’ll ever realize.

“Then you shouldn’t have left.”

He wanted to reply, but a commotion behind her took both their attentions.

A feminine voice squealed. “Hannah, are you okay?”

“I’m okay, Bethie,” said Hannah, turning around to speak to her little sister who had to be about nineteen now if Brody remembered correctly. The gun lowered at Beth’s appearance, and Brody briefly though of taking the weapon from her. Somehow this new, harder Hannah didn’t seem like the type who’d be happy about that. And the one thing he’d decided in the last few moments was that from this point on, her happiness and well-being were his new purposes in life. He’d made the biggest mistake of his existence once in letting her go. He wouldn’t make that error again.

Judging by his less than warm reception, it might take some convincing to get her to take him back, which was fine with him. He had all the time in the world to give her.

Damn is it good to be home.

* * * * *

Hannah turned to face her sister, trying to regain an equilibrium that had been shot out from under her when Brody showed up at the kitchen door. And I almost took his head off. She hadn’t been aiming to kill of course, just scare, but still, her body shook.

What is he doing here? Why is he back after all this time?

The coward had never contacted her once he'd departed and, too proud, she’d never asked his family if they had heard from him. The betrayal of his departure had run deep and left emotional scars that had never completely healed. He’d ruined her ability to trust men.

The irony of her last words to him didn’t escape her.

Of all the eligible men to show up in this new post-apocalyptic world, it had to be him. The one man she’d sworn she’d never take back, the one who’d broken her heart. He also was the only man she’d ever met who could make her tummy do flip-flops and her panties go wet.

How can he still affect me like this? I hate him.

Beth tried to peer around Hannah’s body, which blocked the entrance to the kitchen. “What happened, Hannah? Did you kill him? Are we safe? Are-”

Hannah held up a hand to cut her off. “Everything’s fine.” No, it isn’t, screamed her heart. “It’s just Brody.” She turned around to face him when she said this and enjoyed the look of consternation on his face as she relegated his status unimportant.

Beth squealed again as she shoved through the doorway and launched herself at him. “Brody,” Beth cried, jumping on him exuberantly. She hugged him enthusiastically, a hug which he returned.

Hannah stifled an urge to yank her sister away. She most definitely was not jealous. She’d gotten over Brody a long time ago.

So why am I digging my nails into my palm?

“What are you doing here?” Beth asked, her eyes shining bright in the familiar hero worship she’d relegated to him when he’d been a regular visitor in their home. Hannah’s irritation grew, especially when Brody smiled at Beth in obvious pleasure at her warm reaction to his arrival.

“I came back to see if anyone else had survived.”

“You’ve been elsewhere. Is it true? Is everybody dead?” Beth seemed suddenly subdued, giving voice to the question that had plagued the three of them since their section of the world had disappeared.

“Not everyone, but close,” he said, his eyes showing a bleakness and hardness that didn’t used to be there.

Hannah took a good look at his face now that most of the shock had worn off and noted the changes. His hair had grown longer and shaggier-self-cut due to an obvious lack of barbers-and his features appeared leaner as if he’d lost weight. Even given his mid-twenties, he had lines on his face that gave him a weary, travelled look. He’s seen things that have changed him, she thought almost sadly. Gone was the optimistic boy she’d once loved and in his place was a man.

An urge came over her to run her fingers down his new masculine face, to kiss away the lines he’d so harshly earned. Creases she knew would increase when he learned what else had happened. A secret she suddenly dreaded sharing.

A commotion and a bellow sounded, pulling her thoughts away from the past.

Brody’s body went tense, and Hannah hastened to reassure him. “It’s just Uncle Fred. I had him and Bethie go down to the cellar as a precaution when we heard the motorcycle.”

“That old coot’s alive?” Brody’s face lit up. “I’ll go give him a hand.”

Brody brushed by Hannah, his memory of their home apparently intact as he headed for the basement. Hannah’s breath sucked in at the brief touch of their bodies. He’d kept in shape and still felt hard as ever, a noticeable fact that made her flush with heat.

“Oh isn’t it wonderful? Brody’s back and more handsome than ever.”

Hannah frowned at her younger sister. “He’s not back for long. You watch, he’ll be gone before the day’s out. There’s nothing here for him now.” She didn’t quite believe her own words. She said them because she had to, anything to try and stop the hope that had taken root since she’d heard his voice and the tingles that even now ran through her body at the thought of being able to touch him again. She couldn’t allow herself to fall in love with him- she wouldn’t survive his leaving a second time.

For a moment Beth lost her smile, only to replace it with a sly one. “You’re just saying that because he left you. It’s a new world now, and a man like him is going to be looking for a woman to settle down with. You know you could get him back if you wanted to.”

Hannah looked at her sister in disbelief. Take him back? After what he did to me. Has Beth lost her mind?

“Not even if he was the last man on earth,” Hannah replied although her body and heart protested otherwise.

* * * * *

Brody caught her words as he wheeled Fred toward the kitchen to join the girls.

“Well, kitten, seeing as how few of us are left, you might want to rethink that stance.” He couldn’t resist goading her, and the flush on her cheeks and sparkle in her eye made it well worth it, even if he knew she was spitting mad. Folks always said love and hate didn’t lie far apart.

“You,” she said, pointing at him. “Outside. Now.” Off she stalked, that plump ass he’d loved and never forgotten swinging sassily in front of him. If she hadn’t been so pissed he’d have slapped it.

Out the front door they went to stand on the porch. Hannah crossed her arms over her ample chest and regarded him with a pinched expression, her full lips tight with ire.

Brody just grinned and leaned casually against the porch railing. He figured she had a right to vent. And besides, the way he saw it, she wouldn’t be so pissed if she didn’t still care.

“I want you to leave.”

“Why?”

“Because you don’t belong here.”

“Says who?” Brody enjoyed watching her, even though right now she exuded anger, an emotion which made her cheeks bloom with color. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around her and kiss her ‘til her eyes glazed over.