Sympatico Syndrome (Book 1): Infection (A Pandemic Survival Novel) Read Online Free

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    “How are you and the crew holding up, Roger?”
    Roger shrugged and looked past the camera, presumably to his cameraman and whatever other crewmembers were out of camera shot. “We’re great. As soon as we’re done with this report, we’ve been instructed to return to our hotel rooms until further notice.”
    “ Do you have to eat MREs too? You’ll have to give us a review of them when this is over.” Barbara smiled, but it looked forced.
    “We actually haven’t heard how we’ll be eating. Most of the local shops have already closed down either by order or because of fear. We picked up a few items yesterday, so I guess we’ll just have to raid the mini-bar. As long as the network is picking up the tab.” He gave a weak smile.
    “Okay, well, you all get to safety, and we’ll check back with you later. I’ve learned that we have arranged to keep in contact via phone.”
    Roger nodded, already packing up his microphone as the feed cut off.
    Hunter pulled his phone from his pocket to call his dad. This must have been what he’d been talking about. But it was way out in the middle of the Pacific. He didn’t get why his dad was freaking out. Maybe he didn’t know it was so far away. He really couldn’t afford to miss a class. If he did, he’d never catch up.
    Then he thought about his dad and about the disease on that island. There must be something else going on. His father had been concerned about Ebola long before it hit the national news. No. If anyone were up to date on this, it would be his dad. It was one thing to withhold the outcome of his calculus grade, but it was another to go against his advice about something like this. His dad wasn’t prone to panic.
    He reached under his bed and grabbed his suitcase and backpack and began packing.

Chapter Three
    S ean Evans clicked through the tax forms. Damn taxes. He’d envisioned a relaxing Saturday watching basketball, but he had to get this done before the deadline.
    “Jenna? Do you have a receipt for that donation we made to the soup kitchen? I really wish you’d be more organized about this stuff.” As an electrician, he ran his own business, and most of the time, enjoyed it, but he hated tax time, and his accountant had called, said he was sick and wouldn’t be able to do it this year. At least he’d let Sean know before he drove across town to deliver all the documents.
    His wife appeared at the door to the office. “I put everything I had in the folder. If it’s not there, I have no idea where it is.”
    “Jeez.” Sean sorted through the tiny scraps of paper. Why didn’t they make receipts full-sized? These sticky-note sizes were a pain in the ass to copy and fax, not to mention they fluttered all around the desktop. He spotted the one he was looking for. He sighed. A hundred bucks. It was hardly worth claiming.
    He glanced up when he saw Jenna watching him, her arms crossed. “What?”
    “No apology?”
    “For what?”
    She crossed her arms, her eyebrow arching.
    “Listen. I’m sorry. I’m really stressed. You know how much I hate dealing with all this crap.”
    She approached the desk. “I know.” She circled behind him and began kneading his shoulders. It felt wonderful.
    He allowed himself a moment to enjoy her ministrations, then shrugged and turned, pressing a light kiss on the top of her hand. “Thanks, but I better get this done.”
    “You have a few days. The kids are watching a movie in the family room, and we could actually sneak upstairs…” She dropped to bring her head level with his, her arms loosely clasped across his chest. She played with the top button on his shirt. “I know something that’ll relax you.”
    Sean was tempted. So tempted . Before he could answer, he heard the slam of a car door. “Who’s that?”
    Jenna straightened and peeked through the curtain to the driveway. “It’s your brother.” She sounded as surprised as he felt.
    “Cole?”
    Jenna turned and grinned. “You have