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Fifty One

2 months later- Faith's POV-

I kicked open the barn door with my foot, catching it with my behind as it started to swing back at me and then carefully stepped inside without dropping anything from my overflowing grocery bags.

I dropped them down on the side and began taking the items out, it was mostly non perishables and a few snack's but it was enough to maintain a healthy balance whilst on the road.

I grinned at the cherry pie at the bottom of the bag, pulling it out slowly. It was his favourite, of course I had to get it. I opened the box and took a breath in, it smelt amazing and so I grabbed two plates out, making sure to cut a larger slice for him because he definitely had a bigger stomach than I did.

"Is that pie?"

My eyes flickered up with a gleam of lust as he stepped in the door. He'd been out back working on his car all morning, his hair was a fluffy mess on his head and his shirt was covered in grease. I pressed my lips together as he pulled the dirty shirt over his head and chucked it over to the make shift washing basket that I had made for us here.

"It is. Cherry, your favourite." I grinned and he frowned as he took a step over to me, leaning down and kissing me on the cheek. "My favourite is peach."

I frowned. "No. It's cherry."

He shook his heads "Pie is pie babe, but my favourite is peach." He slid the plate towards himself before taking a bite and nodding happily. I twisted my mouth to the side, sure that he was wrong. I didn't know why, but I knew that he was.

"How's the car?" I took a seat on the barstool opposite him, pushing my other thoughts to one side as I took a bite of my own slice of pie.

"She's looking good. Should be back on the road by tonight."

I pouted. We'd been staying here for a while, we'd worked a ghost case in the area about two weeks ago and the car had broken down. It wasn't an easy fix so we'd had to set up shop here until the part we needed arrived. I had actually enjoyed it, we'd spent the last two weeks living like normal people.

"Do we have to leave?" I swallowed down my bite.

"Of course we do."

I pouted and he grinned up at me before leaning across the table and tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "Besides, I've found us a case."

I nodded, intrigued.

"Bedford Iowa, some guy beat his wife to death with a meat tenderiser. Third local to do kill his wife, all happily married with no priors."

Well that was definitely something, I couldn't deny it.

"Okay, I'll start packing up." I slipped out of the chair and walked over to the bed, piling up our clothes and folding them. As I did, a hand snaked around my waist and span me. I smiled up at him as he nuzzled his head into my neck, placing little kisses.

"There's no rush, it's only afternoon, let me get showered and then we'll occupy ourselves until evening. That way we'll get to Iowa first thing in the morning."

I sighed as he trailed his hands all over my waist. I was giving him the reaction he wanted, and most of the time it was what I felt but sometimes, like right then, it felt wrong. It felt like I wasn't his to touch, a feeling that just made me feel bad for him. He pushed away from me with a grin on his lips and then walked towards the bathroom.

"Oh and Faith-" He called out. "Thank you for the pie."

I smiled to myself. "Anything for you Zane."
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2 months ago, Zane's POV-