For The Long Haul by gneebee

For The Long Haul

…his voice sounded harsh even to him, “Yeah Hun, coffee, black. Thanks.”

He was caught by surprise when no sooner were the words out of his mouth than a small pale hand covered his. He immediately looked up and into the face of a sweet and sexy looking blue-eyed blonde. She smiled when she said, “Don’t call me Honey, okay? Please. I’m Beth.”

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Coffee by zombieromace

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He had never seen anybody cry over coffee before. If he had, he would have laughed at them. It’s just coffee. What’s the big deal? But, he isn’t laughing and it wasn’t just anybody. It was her. It was Beth. And, she used to love coffee and she had missed it so bad. And, now she had some. And, this was a big deal.

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Peaches by wallflow3r

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Daryl wasn’t sure when it was he’d made the mental note that Beth loves tinned peaches, but he had, squirreling it away in the back of his mind with other important facts like don’t wipe your ass with poison oak. From that moment on he was on the lookout. His eyes subconsciously zoned in on tins and he checked every label, even detouring down the canned goods aisle when they were on a run for something else. Just in case.

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