Page 22 of Captivated By Danger

He picked his daughter up, rubbing his nose against her tiny nose, making her smile. He never put her down and Quinci could hardly stand it.

“So, tell me about Ms. Greysen,” I said once I was seated, ready to dig in.

“Ooo, I know Ms. Greysen,” Donovan said.

I looked at him. “Yeah?”

He nodded his head. “She be teaching me sometimes.”

“Oh yeah? What’s she like?”

Quinci cocked her head to the side. “You will not be using your nephew to put your mack down, Diesel. Be a regular, normal— well, as normal asyoucan be, human being, and go up to her and ask to take her out to dinner.”

My eyebrows furrowed together. “Did you forget you and your husband’sfirst date?”

She cleared her throat. “That is beside the point. I am much…” she looked at Donovan, who was soaking it up like a sponge. “My… um, fortitude, is different.”

Quinci learned of my lifestyle a while back when she’d overheard me giving a sub very explicit directions on how I needed her to be when I’d made it home. Quinci’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. She was mad that she didn’t know I was dating, but then I told her the gist of my type of relationship, which ended in her calling me a scumbag. Our relationship was that of a big brother/little sister. Her ass jumped on the very short list of women I’d let talk to me crazy. Dymon would let us go at it until he got tired.

I raised my eyebrow and pointed my fork at her. “I think that’sjustmy type, don’t you think, Aunt Quinci.”

She squinted at me. “I will not let you… let you… incapacitate her. She is sweet and kind. And your… your proclivities are not her speed.”

I laughed.

“Mr. Dymon!” Quinci hissed. “Say something to him.”

“I’m staying out of that, just like I suggest you do.”

She huffed. “Well, I ain’t telling you nothing. Find out for yourself.”

My phone vibrated against the table.

305-555-7812:Hey, Sir. Thank you for making sure I made it home safe, and that no bad guys jumped out and grabbed me.

-Greysen.

I read the text message and looked up at Quinci smirking.

“Right on time.”

She rolled her eyes at me.

“Come on, Dymani,” I said, reaching for my niece.

Dymon carefully handed her to me. Holding her up, she gave me a smile.

“You look like you’re ready to be a dad,” Dymon said.

“God help us all,” Quinci said and laughed before getting up. “Either of you want something else?”

“No, thank you, Aunt Quinci,” I said in a baby voice, looking at my niece. Changing the subject, I said, “Your mother is coming. How do y’all feel about that?”

When Quinci sighed dramatically, I laughed.

“I’m getting there. Slowly, but surely. It’s going to be weird. Never been around her alone like that. Don’t know what to talk about.”

I shrugged my shoulder. “I think you’ll figure it out.”

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