Love Across Colors (Urban BWWM Interracial Romance) Read Online Free Page A

your shoulder
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and you are charged with balancing it like the God Atlas. No, something different happened today.”
                  Melinda only smiled, and that only kept Melvin pressing even more. “Aah, you met a man,” he said to her.
                  Melinda opened wide eyes at him. “How did you come to that conclusion?” she asked.
                  “I was born a long time ago
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and I can recognize when a woman is whipped, even if she is my daughter,” he grinned.
                  Melinda had never been able to fool her father
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and she now admitted why she was feeling this happy. “Okay. This gentleman came to the office today to work on an application. We had invited him there
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but I had no idea what he looked like, until today. Dad, when he came in I was awe struck and could barely find words. I was a basket case,” she admitted.
                  Melvin laughed. “That happens sometimes. So, what happened after?” he relaxed into the sofa and gave her his undivided attention.
                  “Well, he went in with Mr. Walker
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and when he came out and was about to leave, he slipped me his business card. I am not sure how to interpret that. Does he want me to call him? Was it for the sake of the business that he did that?”
                  “I don’t think so,” her father said. “How exactly did he give it to you?”
                  “He told me that he will be back in a few days for a follow-up
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and then he walked off. When he got to the door, he walked back and told me that he had forgotten something. When I asked what, he gave me his card and said ‘that’ and then walked away.”
                  “I think that number was meant for you,” Melvin told her.
                  “What makes you think that?” Melinda asked, confusion marring her features.
                  “You said you had called him a few days ago to invite him in to talk about the application right?” he continued when she nodded in the affirmative. “That would mean that the business already has his number. The one he gave you was for you.”
                  Melinda sat there looking at her father as if he w
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as a genius. “Why didn’t I think of that?” she asked. “Helen kept telling me to call him, but I wasn’t sure of that. Is it appropriate for the woman to be the first to call?”
                  “Back in the day perhaps not. Nowadays I see women doing all sorts of things they wouldn’t normally do, including calling the man first. Since he did give you his number I don’t believe it would appear too forward.”
                  “Why didn’t he just ask me for mine?” she pouted. “I can’t stand the pressure. I’m not used to this.”
                  Melvin laughed once more. “Well, you can either call him and see how much he is interested
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; or you can sit here and torture yourself about whether or not he really likes you rather than just asking him directly
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; or you can do nothing and hope that eventually he will get your number and call you
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; or you can sit back and let him get away, but by the looks of things I can see how easily and deeply he has already affected you.”
                  Melinda could not help but admit her father was right. If she did nothing, there was the possibility that he would slip through her fingers and walk right out of her life. That was not something she was willing to let happen, especially since he had given her his number. It meant he was expecting her to call him. “Okay
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Dad, I get the picture. Thanks for the chat,” she said as she moved away from the old man after placing a kiss upon his forehead.
                  “Anytime
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kiddo. Now hurry up and make me some grand children,” he threw at her, but she side stepped the comments for the