Free Seven Years by Dannika Dark Page B

conversation when I’d walk off to do the dishes, leaving him alone so I could allow the facts to settle in my brain. It was a lot to digest in one day, particularly after spending an hour in a tree. He went out on the balcony a few times to make phone calls, and I finally collapsed on the sofa and flipped through the TV channels. A tapestry of light blanketed the room, fading to nothingness as darkness dominated the sky.
    Then my idiot neighbors cranked on their stereo. Austin flew in through the back door and sat in the chair beside me, rubbing his hand across his bare chest. “You should move into a house and get away from this lifestyle—too many drifters coming in and out of this place. It’s not safe.”
    There he went again, talking about safe . Although I couldn’t deny it was nice to hear someone showing concern about my safety. As much as I wanted to roll my eyes, feeling protected by a man was an undeniable soft spot with me.
    A knock—or more precisely, a shoe—tapped on the door. “Lexi, darling, open up. Dinner is served!”
    “I’ll get it,” Austin said with a hint of curiosity in his tone.
    From my lying-down position, I couldn’t see over the back of the couch when Naya came in and started her kitten purr. It was a cute little growl she put at the end of her laugh that was just as provocative as her figure.
    “It’s nice and hot, so if you two want to eat now, it’s ready. Lexi, would you mind opening a bottle of wine?”
    I peered over the edge of the sofa. Naya was dressed in a black skirt with a slit all the way up to her thigh, although it looked more like it went to her appendix. Her blouse was fashioned the same way, with a slit that stretched all the way down to her navel, probably held together by a single thread made from the cheapest material in Taiwan. One snap and boobage would kick this dinner from low to medium-high. She offered him a full-lipped smile, staring at his bare chest and looking as if she had plans to feast on something other than what she brought over for dinner.
    Go, Naya .
    I sat up, patting down my tangled hair. Austin was open game and I had no interest in exploring those old feelings all over again. People say time machines don’t exist, but they do. They’re your friends, and being around them takes you right back to that place in time you had long since put away.
    “I’ll set the table. Mmm, smells good. What is it?”
    Naya proudly held up the foil-covered dish. “Chicken spaghetti.”
    I almost snorted. For some reason, I had expected her to pull a fiesta out of her hat, but chicken spaghetti required very little preparation and involved a couple of cans of soup. My guess was that Naya had spent the better part of her afternoon giving herself a wax and shine.
    “I’m starving,” I declared.
    “Let me get the candles,” she said, digging in one of my drawers.
    I grabbed a few wine glasses and hesitated. Did she want me to leave them alone? Naya dimmed the lights and a flick of a lighter sounded. As I poured the wine in my narrow kitchen, Austin brushed up against my back.
    Tiny little hairs stood up on my neck when he leaned against me, reaching in the cabinet overhead and pulling out the plates.
    “I’ll get these,” he said in a rough, sexy voice.
    And there it was. Something I was totally not expecting when he lightly pressed his body against mine.
    Tingles.
    “Where are your forks and knives?” he murmured.
    “Drawer on the right,” I said in an embarrassingly breathy way. “But I can get them. Go sit down.”
    He ignored me, taking everything into the dining room. I snatched the glasses and followed behind.
    Naya was setting the table and using her spoon to dish out the food. “So tell me about yourself, Austin. Where are you from? What do you do for a living?”
    I bit my lip and set the glasses on the table. Austin stood behind his chair and Naya sat down across from me, placing one of the candles in the middle. She did the infamous