Page 108 of Grave Danger

“Wow, what happened to all your muscle?” Dave said. “Is it genetic? Is this what I have to look forward to?”

“God, I hope not,” Ollie said.

Cody scowled. “And yet, you’re unable to look away.”

Dave made a face. “Gross, dude. You’re my brother.”

“Right back at you,” Cody said. He peered into the dining room. “Where’s Demmy?”

“I’m behind you.”

Cody turned, and his scowl deepened. Demmy was dressed in shorts and a polo shirt with brightly colored horizontal stripes. These were leaving the house clothes, not lounge at home and blow his husband clothes.

“Going somewhere?” Cody said.

“It’s Fourth of July,” Demmy said. “Jugs and Agatha are having a party. Remember?”

Cody made a face. “That’s tonight?”

“Yep. Oliver and Dave are going to follow us over there.”

Casting a glance over his shoulder—now Dave and Ollie were smirking as they looked as his back and whispered to each other, assholes—Cody moved a step closer and lowered his voice. “Can they just follow GPS like the rest of the world? It’s time for my evening, um, treatment.”

Demmy’s smile worried Cody while it also turned him on just that much more. Taking a step closer himself, Demmy leaned in close and also lowered his voice.

“If we can postpone it until we get home, I can promise you not only a blowjob, but a whole lot of other stuff.”

“Other stuff?”

“Yep.”

“A whole lot?”

“Yep.”

“I can think up a lot of stuff,” Cody said.

“Everything’s on the table.”

Cody’s eyebrows went up. Way up. “Everything?”

Demmy kissed him softly, then whispered in his ear, “Every. Thing.”

A short time later, Demmy drove his truck along Route 118, Cody riding shotgun. It was a warm day but not too humid, so they had the windows open and the wind felt good against his face. They passed the hospital, and both of them checked it out.

“Looks like it used to,” Demmy said. “That’s a good sign.”

“Yeah. Maybe Zenona will be able to get a night off sometime soon.”

“God knows she’s earned it.”

They were quiet again, until the Hollow of Eternal Rest cemetery came up on their right. Demmy slowed a bit and turned his head. When Cody checked his side mirror, he saw Dave and Ollie both looking at the cemetery entrance as well.

The cattle gate was closed and locked, as it had been since the day in June after the storm rolled through and about half of the cemetery’s residents climbed out of their graves. Even though the gate was secured, Cody saw several trucks inside the grounds, slowly rolling along the asphalt roads. They were small, double axle tanker trucks, each with a barrel-shaped container on the bed. Someone wearing a white protective suit stood in a small caged platform on the back of the tanker, gripping a hose and spraying a dark-colored liquid back and forth across the graves.

“Still drenching the ground with the antidote,” Cody said.

“I guess another one showed up a couple of days ago.”