Page 24 of Crossing Lines

It hits me that my heart’s starting to mellow now that we’re apart. Does it mean Davia experienced the same thing? Is that why she left in such a hurry?

TEN

I shouldn’t have gone to the nightclub. I shouldn’t be lusting at another man when I’m in a relationship.

What is happening to me?

“Scared about your launch?” Wren’s soft voice drags me back to reality, and I stare at him standing in the doorway. Except for his flawless caramel skin, he resembles the glambot guy, Cole Wallister, with similar loose shoulder-length curls. “I can’t believe Chavonne agreed.”

“Yeah, I’m more excited than anything, though.”

He smiles. “Your designs are spectacular. I’m happy for you.”

I beam at him. “Coming from one of the best lead designers in the industry, that means a lot to me.”

“Aw, hon. You’re too sweet.”

Squeals echo in the air, followed by joyous laughter.

“Sounds like Iree found out the good news,” I realize.

“She owes you big time.” He blows me a kiss and walks down the passage.

I’m about to resume work when vibrations lure my focus to my phone on the desk. I sigh at Jamir’s text, telling me he’s outside.

Grabbing my bag, I take a breath and head from the building, climbing into the Range Rover without a word.

“Still mad then,” he states. “No kiss?”

I suck my teeth and stare straight ahead. While I’m guilty of the moment with Kross on the rooftop, I hadn’t sought it out. Jamir intentionally lied to me.

He drives to a restaurant by the water, and I order bean salad while he chooses coconut shrimp and clam chowder.

“About last night,” he starts after a sip of his drink. “You believe me when I say nothing happened with the women?”

“Not sure. I wish you had been honest. Did you lie about last Friday? Other nights when you said you were at the office?”

“Baby.” He reaches over to touch my hand. “It won’t happen again.” He didn’t answer the questions.

Regardless, it’s better to share about my night before he finds out somehow. Who knows if Shanae’s sneaky ass was at the club again. “I went toKrossfirewith Trishell and Reeve.”

Jamir pulls his hand back, his face screwed up. “That’s petty. You went ‘cause you were mad at me?”

“Yes and no.” I take a breath and continue. “Seeing my cousin having fun with her man made me feel jealous. You don’t take me dancing. We hardly do anything fun.” Heat tickles my skin as the moments with Kross consume my mind again.

“Come on, Davia,” Jamir jolts me back. “I’m not into clubs and that type of shit.” He motions to our setting. “I take you to expensive restaurants, on yachts, to fancy events with billionaires. What more do you want?”

“More time together that’s simple and fun.”

“Those thingsarefun,” he points out.

“Maybe for you.”

He narrows his gaze. “Where’s this coming from?”

“I don’t know,” I answer with a sigh.

Our lunch arrives, and I push around the beans and veggies on the plate, asking, “How about coming to Paris with me next week? Take a few days off.”

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