“How did you meet?” Kalia asked as she carried a tray of roasted chicken over to the table. The tiny woman had left her brown hair to hang loose, falling past the small of her back. Her eyes sparkled with interest.
Anna sat in a hard, wooden chair that really needed a cushion. Today, she had opted for blue jeans and a white t-shirt with frilly sleeves and laces over the v-neck. Her blue hair – which was starting to show more of the natural red at the roots – was left untied for once. “How did I meet Jack?”
Her husband was on her right, hunched over with his elbows on the table, smiling behind his laced fingers. “Oh, it’s a long story.”
“A criminal took one of the Nassai from a research facility on my world,” Anna said. “We pursued him through deep space to Earth. At the time, we thought
