Falling Again (A BWWM Interracial Romance) by Tina Martin

Author:Tina Martin [Martin, Tina]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: United States, Romance, African American, Literature & Fiction
Amazon: B00QUR52SW
Published: 2014-12-10T05:00:00+00:00

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At dinner, Stacey sits next to me while Wyatt sits across from us. He’s stoic, devoid of emotion and he doesn’t seem to be interested in eating dinner. I watch him rake lasagna around in his plate, take sips of water and then make an attempt to taste his dinner.

“This is good, Stacey,” he says, glancing up at her.

“Glad you like it,” she happily responds. “So what do you do for a living, Wyatt?”

“I have my own landscaping business.”

“Oh. That’s nice.”

“Yeah. I like it. It’s honest work.”

“Hard work too, I bet…”

He nods. “It is, but it also lets me tap into my creative side. I actually landscaped this property.”

“You did?” I chime in to ask.

“Yeah. I did,” he says flippantly.

“I thought you only cut the grass?” I ask, wishing I hadn’t once the words leave my mouth.

He gives me a hard, penetrating stare-down and says, “I did the landscaping. I told you that.”

“No you didn’t. You told me that you cut the grass.”

He resumes eating and doesn’t say a word more about it.

I release a silent sigh and stare down at my plate. Stacey’s lasagna is delicious, but I suddenly feel my appetite slipping away. Am I at fault for his obvious hatred of me? I don’t want to feel like I’ve broken him, but that’s what I feel as I sit here, fighting back emotions by drinking more water than what I want, avoiding eye contact with him at all costs.

In an effort to loosen the obvious tension between me and Wyatt, Stacey says, “I like those cattails out by the pond, Wyatt. I had to ask Geneva what they were.”

“Mr. Knight actually asked me to plant those. He told me that Geneva loved them, and I don’t even know why he felt the need to tell me that because I knew she loved those already.”

Stacey playfully nudges me. “You didn’t tell me it was your favorite plant, girl.”

“It’s not my favorite plant. I just so happen to like them,” I add to this ridiculous, forced conversation when all I want to do is get up from this table and go upstairs.

Then I hear Wyatt say, “When I took Geneva to prom, instead of bringing her roses, I brought her a dozen cattails.”

“Aw...that’s so sweet,” Stacey says, placing a hand over her heart. So dramatic...

“Do you remember that, Geneva?” he asks.

I take a sip of water and fight to keep a frown from my face. He’s looking at me intently, but I can’t withstand another stare-down today, so I continue eating. Finally, I nod while mumbling, “Yes. I remember.”

“Do you recall the last song we danced to?”

“Wyatt, we can talk about this later,” I say, because this conversation he wants to have in front of Stacey is making me uncomfortable. Extremely uncomfortable. He doesn’t seem to mind it, though, almost like he’s doing it intentionally with the sole purpose of making me sweat.

“Do you remember?” he probes further.

I nod. “Yes. I remember.”

“What was it?” he questions.

“Mariah Carey. Thank God I Found You.

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