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“Uncle Dymon!”
He leaped into his uncle’s arms and kissed his cheek.
“Thank you,Nephew.”
He stood him on hisfeet,and he ran back to his chair. Dymon pulled the chair out forme,and I sat down.All eyes were on us, while I was trying not to blush my cheeks off my face. Every face held a different look. His father and Diesel wore similar smirks. Denim and Metriwore surprised looks. Declan’s face was stoic, and his girl was looking at their son. Ilooked at his mother out the side of my eye, and she wore a look of annoyance on her face.
I wavedmy hand at everyone around the table.
“Sorry to intrude, but Mr. Danger invited me and wouldn’t take no for answer.”
“Duncan, please,” he insisted.
“No, I would never call you by your first name…Sir.”
The silence was so awkward thatit was almost crippling.I was so thankful when people emerged fromthe kitchen with a cart ofplates.
I leaned over and whispered inhis ear, “Are your family dinners always this quiet?”
“Depending on if someone is getting ready to begfor something.”
My lips formed into an ‘O,’and I nodded my head. The hate for his family ran deep. When I cut my eyes to his mom, her face hadn’t changed much.
The server finally placed a bowl of saladand a plate of lamb, asparagus, and mashed potatoes before me. Everything looked and smelled so good. I couldn’t wait to dig in. I picked up the knife and started to cut the lamb.
“So, Quest…is it, have you everhad lamb before? I think I heard that you were from a small town or something like that.”
I looked at herand smiled. “Close. Quest is my father’s name. My name is Quinci, though. But to answer your question, I have one of my own. Is having lamb and being from a small town mutually exclusive?”
“Excuse me?”
Dymon picked up his glass of water to hide his smirk, but I wasn’t being funny…in the slightest. I hated bullies, and from everything that Dymon told me about her, that’s who she was. One thing my mother always taught me was to respect people who respected me, no matter the age.Dymon had already introduced us earlier in the day, so she knew my name.
“Is having lamb and being from a small town mutually exclusive?” Iasked again.
While she eyed me, Iate a piece of meat.
“This is delicious. Did you cook this?”
She squinted at me.
“So, Quinci,” Dymon’s dad called me, prompting me to look at him. He was trying to hide his smirk too, along with everyone else, except Declan. “How are you liking New York?”
“Actually, it’s not quite whatIseen from movies, but it’s been enjoyable.So much food and—”
“You’ve been able to tour New York?”
“Mom.”Both Diesel and Denim called her name at the same time.
“Ihave.”
“Idon’t think anyone could tell.”
“Mother,” Dymon called her name.
I held my hand out in front of him. “I can handle myself, Mr. Dymon.” He held his hands up, giving me the go-ahead. “What does that mean, Mrs. Danger?”
“It means that Denim picked you up from whatever vet she found you from, brought you here, and now you are living with my son.”
