The Cross Family
“Then don’t overthink it. You’ve had enough of men who make you doubt yourself. If Keith’s the real deal, you’ll know.”
Mya nodded, grateful. “You really do sound like your brother sometimes.”
Trina smirked. “Please, don’t insult me like that.”
They both burst out laughing, the sound light and healing.
After finishing their drinks, they wandered down the street toward the little bookstore next door. Inside, the air smelled of old paper and sandalwood. The aisles were narrow, lined with uneven stacks of novels and biographies. A cat slept on a pile of hardcovers near the window.