Seven Years s-1
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“Full name.”
I flicked a glance at Lorenzo. “Alexia Talulah Knight.”
He scribbled something in a small booklet and handed it to me with the pen. “I’ll need your signature to show that you’re entering this pack of your own free will until such time as you see fit to leave. If any Shifter commits a crime against you, then your pack has full rights to seek justice on your behalf.”
I signed my name and handed it back to him. He gave it to Austin. “By signing your name, you agree to watch over this young Shifter as a member of your pack, look after her well-being, and protect her with your life.”
On that note, Austin signed the paper, tapped the pen against it, and flipped it back around to the man. Didn’t even blink.
“Is that it?” I asked.
The Packmaster laughed so hard it sounded like a wheeze. “She’s funny,” he said to Austin, tucking the pen behind his ear. “Alexia Talulah Knight, I hereby declare you an official member of the Weston pack. How’s that? Official enough for you? I’ll be sure to circulate the news. Come on boys, let’s leave these two alone,” he said, laughing into a fit of coughs.
As Lorenzo crossed in front of me, he stopped and brushed his hand tenderly across my cheek. He looked at me differently now, as if he had accepted the decision and decided to pursue me no further.
“Take care, Alexia. You should come visit with your family sometime.”
His eyes slid over to Austin and they exchanged a look before Lorenzo walked off and got in his black truck.
“That felt weird,” I finally admitted. “Like we just got hitched or something.”
“Would that be so bad?”
My face turned red and I looked down at my shoes. “Depends if you leave the seat up or down.”
Austin wrapped his arm around me and we started walking. “Come on, smartass. Let’s go for a ride.”
* * *
The summer wind was a fragrant perfume on my skin, filled with the aromatic scent of sunshine and freshly cut grass. The sun dipped low in the western sky, casting a radiant gold across my arms and hair. We drove into a rural area and Austin pulled over on a dirt road by an overlook. He reached in the back seat and grabbed a few things I hadn’t noticed before, bundling them under his left arm.
“What are you up to?” I asked, clicking open the door.
“No,” he warned, pointing his finger.
I let go of the handle and watched Austin walk around the front of the car, never removing his eyes from mine. He opened my door like a gentleman and draped his arm over the top of the frame, letting his eyes drag down the length of my body.
“I like that skirt on you,” he said with a suggestive wink. I thought the delivery of his compliment was all off because my skirt didn’t show much leg.
Austin reached in the back and messed around with some things before slamming the door. He casually walked toward a grassy area near the slope of a hill and spread out a quilt in the sun. The car was just a few feet behind us, the engine popping and clicking from the heat.
It felt good to kick off my shoes and sit down. “This is nice.”
“It gets nicer,” he promised, placing an oversized paper bag in the middle.
He reached in and pulled out a bucket of fried chicken.
“Oh my God, Austin Cole. I love you.”
He smirked while taking a seat on the blanket. “Is that all it took? Had I known it was that easy, I would have given you a breast and a thigh a long time ago.”
A large container of coleslaw appeared, along with a cooler full of ice-cold bottles of root beer. Then he slowly pulled out a few cups of chocolate pudding and winked. “This is for later.”
We shared the coleslaw and I picked out the best-looking piece of chicken. Austin laughed at how particular I was.
It was a perfect moment, and a light breeze cooled my back as I finished up the last bit of my meal and sucked down some of the root beer.
“Baby, you treat me so good,” I said, smiling at him warmly.
“You were always too easy to please. I should have brought sushi or something better.”
I didn’t like the apology in his voice, as if it wasn’t good enough.
“This is perfection,” I said, leaning over and kissing his cheek. “I love that you know me, Austin. No one else knows me like you do.”
He picked up his phone and sent a text message while I put our trash in the paper bag.
“Why don’t you go grab the bottle of wine I left in the car before the sun goes all the way down? It’s in the driver’s seat,” he said.
I carried the trash back to the car and set it by the tire. When I opened the driver’s side door and looked inside, I saw a bottle of wine in the passenger seat. I got in and leaned over for a closer look. Attached to the neck of the bottle with a string was a note.
I carefully unrolled the paper and read the following:
Lexi,
Wes was all I ever knew in a best friend, and I feel honored to have known him. His life was cut too short and I regret that I won’t see him grow old and have a family of his own. Wes loved you, and I don’t know if he ever told you that, but he did. Nothing in life is certain. I guess that’s why I’m writing you this note, because I don’t want the same thing to happen again.
All these years I’ve been lost, wondering if Wes’s death was that void in my life. He was a brother, and I have so many stories to tell you about him that you’ve never heard. I’ve only cried twice in my adult life. The first time was the night the trooper showed up at your house, breaking the news when they found his body. Your mother’s scream still haunts me to this day. The second time was when you ran after my car outside Dairy Queen, leaving who I thought was your daughter sitting at the table. Now that I’m home, I know what I’ve been missing for the last seven years.
All this time, I was missing you.
Wes brought you into my life, and I strongly believe that was his purpose.
I’ve watched you grow into a devoted woman who puts her family first. Be my best friend, Lexi.
(Here’s the part where I get mushy)
You turn me on, and I don’t mean just physically. You turn on my mind and my heart. I love the animated way you tell a good story, how the sunlight looks in your hair, watching you sleep next to me, and I’m even crazy about that silly laugh of yours. I know when you’re upset because you drum your fingers, and yet I still feel like I don’t know everything about you. Your eyes soften when you look at me, and I sometimes wonder if it means what I think it does. You’ve carried a heavy burden taking care of your family, making you the strongest woman I know, and I’d like to take away some of that burden. You are the memories of my past, and I want you to become the memories of my future.
I love you.
I’ve loved you for so damn long that it kills me to think about the time we’ve lost since I left you all those years ago, and for that, I’m sorry. You needed me, and I wasn’t there for you. But I promise to be here for as long as you’ll let me, and I hope that’s forever. Maybe I can bribe you with this candy to love me back, even just a little bit. I wish I was more of a poet, but hope that after tonight, we can start over again.
Together.
Yours always,
Austin
I wiped the tears from my cheeks and covered my mouth, allowing sorrow and joy to consume me like a storm. Austin had written this letter with the intention of confessing his love on the night Beckett had attacked me. He didn’t just show up at my door with candy, but he showed up with his heart on his sleeve.
Beside the bottle was a CD with a yellow sticky note attached.
Put this in the CD player, it said. I peeled the note away and handwritten on the label was:
Austin and Lexi
I turned the car key halfway and glanced up. His hands were deep in his pockets and he was staring at the ground, kicking up a few plumes of dirt. I slid the disc into the player and suddenly a haunting acoustic melody filled t
he car, playing the strings of my heart. The same song that was playing at the lake the night Austin fell in love with me.
“Landslide,” by Fleetwood Mac.
Our song.
I jumped out of the car and ran straight into his arms. Austin swung me around once and delivered a kiss to go down as one of the great ones in my life. His right hand curved around the nape of my neck, and the other tenderly stroked my cheek. He wiped away a stray tear on my chin and smiled with his eyes. The song filled the air like a warm breath of life.
“Never let me go again,” I whispered.
“Turn around, Ladybug, or you’ll miss it.” Austin wrapped his strong arms around me from behind and we faced the setting sun. Ripples of melon, rose, and daffodil filled the sky like glowing embers dying out.
“See that down there?” he asked, pointing his finger at a silver object.
In a clearing between the trees, I spied a familiar sight. “What is that? Wait a minute… is that my car?”
And then it exploded.
I shook from the thunderous detonation and gripped his arms. A fireball rose in the air with a billowing cloud of black smoke not far behind. My heart sped up and I stood still, watching the broken pieces of my past burn as Austin held me tight.
Forget flowers and candy. Austin blowing up my car was the most romantic thing any man had ever done for me.
I spun around on my heel. “You just blew up my car.”
Austin smiled and kissed my nose. “Feel like going for a ride?” He reached in his back pockets and pulled out his fringed, fingerless gloves, stretching his hands in them slowly as he swaggered back to the Challenger.
As if on cue, the music blaring on the speakers switched to the Kings of Leon song Austin had sung during our first time.
Yeah, I got the tingles.
Austin stopped in front of his classic Dodge Challenger, stripped out of his T-shirt, and seductively leaned against the hood on his elbow. A sly grin crossed his expression and he winked, gently patting the hood of the car with his left hand.
Damn, that lean.
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