When the Smoke Clears (Interracial Firefighter Romance) by Kenya Wright

Author:Kenya Wright [Wright, Kenya]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: K. Wright Press
Published: 2016-03-17T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Lorenzo

Sunday afternoon, I eyed my daughter, Hope, in the mirror.

“And this makeup is going to come off me?” I asked.

“Yes, Daddy.” She giggled. “It’s not permanent marker. You’re so silly.”

Brown kinky curls bobbed around her head as she grabbed some purple shade of lipstick and grinned. “Now, let’s try this. JaNiya Stone says this color is the must-buy for fall.”

“Oh, God.” I set the mirror down and returned to watching my game. “And who’s JaNiya Stone?”

Annoyance laded Hope’s voice as she smeared the disgusting stuff on my lips. “Daddy, stop moving. JaNiya Stone is the coolest person ever. She has the largest following on her beauty channel on YouTube.”

Glancing in the small mirror again, I grumbled in annoyance. “I really don’t think this color goes with my eyes.”

“You’re so funny.” Hope giggled and finished assaulting my face.

Gold shimmering powder coated my eyes. Turquoise outlined the edges. My cheeks held a plum glow. While clip on zebra earrings hung from my ears. Now, I had purple lips. If the guys could see me now, they’d have some fun with this.

“Faith?” Hope yelled over her shoulder. “Could you get all of the wigs, too?”

“Faith!” I laughed. “If you love your daddy, you’ll pretend like you can’t find those wigs!”

Faith’s laughter rang from the back of the house. “I’ll do my best, Lou!”

She was the only one that called me Lou in the family. She’d watched me struggle all those years with studying for the position. At times, she helped me out, holding the index cards with her little hands and yelling out questions. When I finally made the rank, we all celebrated and she cried so much, hugging me longer than she ever had.

From that day on, she called me Lou. It never hurt that she didn’t say Dad. If anything, I loved it more.

Faith put the lipstick down and rummaged through more of her make-up box. “Where’s that eyeliner?”

“I don’t need lines on my eyes.” I grabbed the bowl of popcorn. “If anything, I could use something to take away that shine on my forehead.”

“JaNiya Stone says that—”

“Your father is the greatest man alive.”

Ignoring me, Hope stared at my face and shook her head. “No, this is all wrong. I have to start again.”

I frowned and muttered, “Yay. We’re starting all over.”

Hope yelled out again, Faith, I need a wash cloth and a razor.”

I shook my head. “She does not need a razor!”

Hope had the nerve to pout. “Let me arch your eyebrows.”

“I have my limits, little girl.”

She sulked in annoyance and returned to her make-up box.

Really? Sometimes, I think I’ve spoiled you. This is the third time you’ve restarted.

But in the end, none of that mattered to me, as long as my football games played in the living room all day. With only one television in the house and only a small bit of time to spend with my girls, Daddy always had to multi-task. On most Sundays, they held a beauty spa day on me and I sat on my ass, shoveling delicious crap into my mouth while bulky men slammed into each other.

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