Spin Out by James Buchanan

Author:James Buchanan [Buchanan, James]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
ISBN: 9781608203666
Amazon: 1608203662
Publisher: MLR Press, LLC
Published: 2011-07-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

“Sure you don’t want me to help?” I asked as I sat in Nadia’s living room while she messed with dinner in the kitchen. I could see everything she did since there were no real walls inside the downstairs of her rented townhouse; the wood floor for the kitchen and dining area butted right up against the brown carpet for the living room. That was the only way you knew where one stopped and the other began.

“No,” she chided, “this is my party. You just sit there and be a big old muscly-beary part of the decor for a bit.”

Nadia had this kinda funky way of putting things together. A raw pine and squared off dining room table and four chairs had a three foot piece of driftwood draped with almost a dozen crystals from old chandeliers strung above it. The armchair I sat in could have come off the set of some sixties sit-com and the couch looked like it belonged in an Asian palace.

I got up and stepped over the steamer trunk she used as a coffee table. “You’re sure?” Somehow it flowed together with these paintings she had that weren’t more than colors and shapes that let your mind play with them—I mean, I didn’t like most of what folks called abstract art, but these drew you in and worked on your soul. She’d said her gal, the one that died, painted them. Add that to the pottery and folk art she’d picked up here and there the whole place felt fun and warm. I knew, pretty intimately, every stick of furniture and gewgaw she owned, since she’d dogged me into helping her move in, back when I’d been suspended.

I walked over and tapped one of the clear teardrops. They clinked together, sounding like tiny church bells. “I can chop something or whatever.” Took me two and a half hours to get those crystals just in the way she wanted them.

“Nope, you sit down.” She glowered at me with that momma bear stare she had. “You’re all gonna eat and we’re gonna have a talk over a slice of Righteous Pie.”

I didn’t sit. “Righteous Pie? Smells like apple to me.” I wouldn’t ever want to get cross-wise in a fight with Nadia, but I weren’t about to let her push me around.

“Sugar, this is no mere apple pie.” She swung ‘round, propped her butt against the counter and grinned. “This apple pie is so good, it’s Righteous.”

“So who all’s coming?” Habit, I’d come on down early. First off, you could never be sure how the roads down the mountain would be at this time of year. Added to that was that I couldn’t stand sitting at my place, on Christmas Eve, alone with my thoughts and worries.

“Fred and his wife, a few other folks from the service.” A pause floated up, all heavy and expectant, filling the room for a bit before she added, “Kabe said he’d drop by.”

Now I did take a chair. I huffed and my jaw got tight.

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