Page 208 of Deadfall

I sighed. “Fucking Arkady,” I muttered.

“Where does Cal fit in I wonder?” Seven mused.

I headed for the exit and glanced at Seven as he followed. I could see the glimmer of sly intrigue, and mischievousness, growing in Seven’s eyes and I shook my head.

“No. Nope. Whatever is going on is absolutely none of our business, Sev.”

I walked through the darkness back to our tent.

“I mean, it kind of is,” Seven insisted. “She’s your sister.”

“Exactly,” I frowned. “I want nothing to do with my sister’s sex life. Gross.”

Seven didn’t look convinced at all.

“Don’t do it,” I growled.

He smirked. “What?”

“You know what.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Seven said.

“You’re going to dig,” I said in exasperation. “I know you.”

We’d stepped between two tents and Seven suddenly yanked me against a tree. His body pressed against mine as one hand slammed into the bark near my head, and the other fisted my shirt. The shadows crept in around us, as heavy as the tension that had erupted when he touched me.

“Speaking of knowing each other,” he said. “Are we ever going to talk about that look you keep giving me?”

Fuck. I’d tried not to make a big deal about whatever new feelings had come up recently. The ones that screamed to touch him during sex with Emersyn. The ones that wondered what he tasted like. I’d tried even harder to stop looking at his lips. But, they were right there—

“There!” Seven stabbed his finger into my chest. “You keep looking at my lips!”

I shoved him. “I do not.”

“That’s fine. You can continue to deny it.” He chuckled and stepped away. “But, if I were to cross a line during sex would you freak out?”

“What line?” My words sounded strangled, and I was glad for the few feet he’d put between us.

“Jesus, G,” Seven ran his hands through his hair. “I’m trying to have a grown up conversation about this.”

I threw up my hands. “I don’t know, okay? I don’t know why I’ve suddenly started thinking about it. And I don’t know what I want to happen.”

Seven smirked. “There. Was that so hard?”

“Fuck you.”

“Hopefully.”

I scowled, and Seven’s breathless chuckle was laced with heat that seemed to cut through the chill of the night.

“Anyway, friends kiss all the time, so I mean, it wouldn’t be that weird,” Seven said. “I’m pretty sure that entire crew is fucking.” He gestured back at the tent we’d just left.

“It’s not that,” I grumbled. “I don’t think it would be weird.”

Seven raised his eyebrows.

“I don’t,” I insisted. “I just—I’m not sure if I’m bi, or—I don’t know—”