Page 119 of Crossing Lines

“Of course,” Shanae mocks. “I knew you’d eventually pull up with the club owner.”

I understand why Davia can’t stand her ass. She’s lucky I’m trying to make a good first impression on her family, or else I’d check her tone.

“Anyway,” Davia ignores her. “Y’all, this is Kross Krueger. My boyfriend.”

“Good to meet you, Kross,” Mrs. Sinclair welcomes me, her brown eyes sparkling with warmth. Davia resembles her, with the same button nose and almond-shaped eyes.

“This is my grandma, Mrs. Loni Sinclair.”

I extend my hand to her, saying, “Pleasure to meet you, Ma’am.”

“Call me Ms. Loni,” the kind older woman encourages before embracing me like we’ve known each other long.

“My grandpa, Mr. Nash Sinclair,” Davia continues.

“Good to meet you, sir.”

“Likewise, son.” Mr. Sinclair gives me a firm handshake, patting my shoulder before letting go.

“You’ve already met my mom.”

“Nice seeing you again, Ms. Sinclair.”

“Tanya’s fine,” she says with a smile.

“And this is Uncle Quest, my cousin Colin, Aunt Zandie, and her husband, Uncle Mac.” She huffs before adding, “You remember Shanae.”

I shake everyone’s hands and give Shanae a nod to be respectful.

“Trish is on her way with Reeve,” Ms. Zandie informs us.

“I’m surprised they’re still together,” Shanae remarks smugly. “Isn’t it her longest relationship?”

“Nae,” Mr. Quest, her dad, warns as she chuckles.

“Where’syourrelationship?” Ms. Tanya throws at her niece.

“As if anyone wants her nosy—”

“No, no, no,” Mr. Sinclair stops Davia before things escalate. “Keep it peaceful, please.”

The ladies calm down.

“Uh, want something to drink, Kross?” Colin offers.

“There’s plenty of appetizers, too,” Ms. Loni adds. “Dinner isn’t until another thirty minutes, so help yourself.”

We gather in the kitchen. The different flavors blessing the air remind me of Mama G’s house. I’m sure I’m about to eat some bomb food, especially considering how yummy the appetizers are.

“So you own a club?” Mr. Sinclair starts the conversation with Ms. Tanya observing.

“That’s right, sir. Working on other ventures, too.”

He bobs slowly. “Good for you. My grandbaby is independent, but I like having assurance she’s safe.”

“Davi’s safe with me,” I affirm. “She knows I got her.”

Both smile, seeming pleased with my response.

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