Page 76 of Crossing Lines

“He’s still your man?” he rasps. “Even though you don’t want him? Even though you want me?”

“Kross…” I squeeze my eyes shut and grip the steering wheel.

His frustrated rumble reverberates through me. “There’s that longing again. Davi, invite me over.”

I tighten my grasp. My heart’s pounding so hard it feels like it’s about to break through my chest. “I can’t.”

“Then come see me.”

Oh, Lord. I’m too scared to speak because my body wants him desperately.

“I’ll text you my address,” he says. “We don’t have to do anything but talk. I’ll be waiting.” He hangs up, and the phone buzzes with his text right after.

You know what? Since Jamir’s away, I’ll use the time to sort my emotions. I’ll see if what I’m feeling for Kross is real.

TWENTY-EIGHT

My excitement mounts as the camera shows Davia’s white sedan pulling up outside the condo. I straighten from the bar stool and open the door, catching my breath when she turns at the corner and comes down the hallway. “Hey.”

“Hi,” she replies in a nervous breath.

As she enters, I admire her sexy figure in the jeans and fitted black top. “You look nice. I almost thought you weren’t coming.”

“I went home to shower first,” she says, removing her shoes. “I’d just left Pilates.”

“Okay. Hungry? I’ll make you something, or if you’d like, I’ll order.”

“I’m curious about your cooking,” she says with a smile. “Especially since you impressed me with those cookies.”

I smirk. “All right. Make yourself at home.”

She takes in my condo while I skim the fridge for something to cook.

“Your place looks amazing,” she applauds, admiring my white sofa, colorful art pieces, the area rug, and plants. “Did you work with a professional?”

“What are you trying to say, shorty?” I play around. “Think I couldn’t pull this off on my own?”

Her shoulders go up in a dramatic shrug. “I mean, it looks really nice. Like a pro came through.”

“Yes, I hired a professional, but we picked everything together.”

“Cool.” She approaches the kitchen. “Can I help?”

“Nah, I got it. I’ve actually been looking up vegan recipes to try.”

She raises her brows. “Really?”

“Yeah. So how about veggie frittata?”

Her eyes sparkle. “That sounds good. I could help.”

“Baby girl, please have a seat and relax. Let me do something for you.”

“Okay.” She smiles while sitting on a bar stool.

I pour her some juice, then chop up onions, mushrooms, kale, and broccoli and add them to the heated pan. While they sauté, I work on the batter.

“You look like an expert chef,” she praises.

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