Page 10 of Crossing Lines

“Maybe it’ll improve once he secures whatever he’s working on.” She washes down the food. “So, which club? It’s good you didn’t call me to come out ‘cause Reeve had me parted like the Red Sea and—”

“Don’t need the details, ma’am,” I stop her before she ruins my appetite. “The spot’sKrossfirewith a K. It’s great. Wednesday’s dancehall night, girl.”

“Ooh.” She wiggles on the chair. “I’ll tell bae.”

“I talked with the owner, Kross. He’s a nice guy.” Heat sneaks into my cheeks as I add, “Cute too.”

“Cute?” She plays with her ponytail while twisting her mouth. “You chilled with the owner all night?”

“It’s not like that. I told him I had a man. He was respectful, and our conversations were appropriate.”

“Mmkay.” She watches me while sipping her juice.

I roll my eyes and continue eating. As I finish, my phone buzzes on the table with a text from my mom.

MA:Stop by ASAP.

It’s important.

Me: On my way.

“My mom wants something.”

“When does she never?” Trishell jokes. “What is it?”

“I’m not sure. She says to come by.” I start to clear my mess, asking, “What are you up to after this?”

My question draws a dramatic groan. “Going to the office to ensure papers are ready for court on Monday.”

“Am I the only one who takes the weekend off?”

“I’m a busy paralegal,” she retorts, shrugging.

“All right. Let me see what my mom wants. I’ll cover breakfast with the cash from Jamir.”

“It’s never his card,” she quietly shades.

“Whatever,” I hiss. “You know I don’t want his money. He left this, so I’m using it.”

“I’m kidding, cuz. I’ll see you at dinner tomorrow.”

“See you.”

My eyes widen as Mom opens the door wearing a silk, champagne slip dress that’s so thin it exposes her nipples. “This is how you answer the door?”

“Child, please.” She flips her wavy wig and struts into the living area.

I enter, noticing boxes on the floor. “What’s this?”

“I’m moving into a Cherry Hill condo,” she announces excitedly.

My jaw drops. “Mom, I can’t afford a Cherry Hill condo on top of mine! They’re expensive. What the hell is wrong with this apartment?”

The excitement dissolves from her face. “First of all, watch that damn tone. Second, nobody asked you to pay for shit. I’m only letting you know since you helped with the rent here. I’m good.”

“You’re good? How willyoupay the three thousand a month?” I fold my arms. “You with that drug dealer?”

She throws her hands up. “Christ, Davia. No. I received a promotion at the consulting firm. I can afford the condo just fine.”

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