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we got this
worked out. I’ll have my attorney’s office fax over the final
papers to your guy and if everything checks out we’ll
messenger the contracts over.”
“Sounds good to me.” Ben smiled and turned to
Marcus. “What do you think, Marcus?”
Marcus, who was staring blankly out the living room
window, snapped into action. “I think it’s good.” He shook
Abe’s hand and escorted him to the door.
Both Ben and Abe looked a bit discombobulated at
how quickly Abe was being ushered out. Ben recovered the
moment. “I know you have another meeting so we appreciate your taking the time to see us personally.”
“Not a problem. I was happy to do it.” He turned to
Marcus. “Good luck at the game.”
“Thanks.”
Once Abe was out of the door Ben turned to Marcus.
“My God, Marcus, you practically gave the man the bum’s
rush.” He smiled. “He did just offer you a pretty big
payday.”
Marcus slipped into his sports jacket. “I’m sorry, but
man, I’m starving.” He patted his stomach as if to quell the
beast.
“You want to order something in?”
“No. I’m in the mood for a nice steak.” Looking in the
mirror, Marcus straightened his jacket. It fitted him as if
someone had poured fabric over his broad shoulders and
down to his trim waist. He looked razor sharp and he knew
it.
“How about Keen’s?” Ben asked.
Marcus grinned. “Now you’re talking. You’re also
buying, right?” he teased Ben.
“I’m not the one with all the zeros in my paycheck,”
Ben joked.
Marcus put his arm around Ben. “I guess I could spot
you this one time.”
The two men laughed as they left the apartment to wait
for the elevator.
After stepping on, Ben pressed the button for the main
floor. The elevator stopped two floors down and a lovely,
lanky brunette got on. She batted her eyes at Marcus.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Fox,” she practically purred.
Marcus smiled. “Good afternoon.”
“Looks like things are heating up today. Wouldn’t you
say, Mr. Fox?” she asked.
“It certainly does,” Marcus answered, ready to play her
game.
“It will cool down soon enough, though,” Ben said,
injecting himself into the conversation. Marcus got the
hint.
For all his triumphs on the field, Marcus Fox hadn’t had
much success with relationships. Some people thought it
was due to all his high profile choices, while others said it
was the race factor.
Marcus’s mother was Irish and his father African
American. Naturally Marcus had his father’s skin tone.
Most people, especially African Americans, identified him
as black. Therefore, he’d taken a lot of heat for not dating
black women exclusively. Occasionally he got some hate
mail chastising him about it.
When they arrived on the main floor, Ben pulled
Marcus back to let the brunette get a head start.
“What did you do that for?” Marcus complained.
Ben looked at him knowingly. “You know why I did it.”
Marcus dismissed the thought. “It was just a couple of
letters, Ben. No big deal.”
“Well, you’ll have to excuse me if I take it more seriously than you do. I don’t take threatening letters lightly
and you shouldn’t either. There are some crazy folks out
there.”
“I know. Still, I don’t want to live in fear about my
choices. If I date a woman it’s not because she’s white or
black, it’s because there is something about her that attracts
me. ”
“I know the heart wants what it wants. You should still
be careful.”
Marcus patted Ben on the back. “I’ll take it under
advisement. Right now I have to call for the car.”
“The car’s here.” Ben pointed to the front entrance.
“Cool. When did you do that?”
“That’s my little secret.” Ben laughed.
CHAPTER 2
    There was something about being in New York that
despite the heat put a little pep in Cathy’s step. She had a
rhythm as she walked through Penn Station. A person
seeing her might think she was walking the fashion runways
to the beat of the Bee Gees’ “Staying Alive” or the