Fatal Obsession (Black Widow Book 2) (25 page)

“Yeah, by one year.”

“Still, you should feel good about it. It means you still ‘got it’,” Sara added, snapping her fingers and rolling her head back.

“Oh, I got it all right. I have two five-year olds I’m raising alone. Instant family for any guy that comes along.” Rolling her eyes, Sydnee shook her head and stretched her arms above her.

“Hey, look at it this way, he doesn’t know that and to him, you’re a single hot older lady.” Sara added in a sultry voice, nodding her head.

“Actually, he does know that.”

“Okay, what are you not telling me? Suddenly I feel like there’s a lot more to this story than you’re letting on.” Sara straightened up and looked over at Sydnee.

“No, what I mean is, I met him last night. You know I told you I was taking the boys to get a Christmas tree.”

“Yeah?” Sara urged Sydnee on.

Sydnee proceeded to tell Sara the whole story of Quinn delivering their tree and how happy the boys were. She continued on about taking the gloves to him and how he was so persistent about taking her out.

“Hmm, sounds like he had a point.”

“What? How can you say that?”

“You didn’t say you didn’t
want
to go out with him. Even when you were telling me about it, you never said you didn’t
want
to go out with him. You said
can’t
, and it’s different.” Sydnee stared at Sara and the smirk gracing her face with disbelief.

“Sara, you’re crazy. I can’t go out with him. How would that look? I’m practically ten years older than him. I have two five-year olds, and I just don’t think that looks good.” Sydnee dismissed Sara’s crazy thought process. She could only imagine the looks they would get, and never mind the comments people would make.

“To who? Seriously Syd, more and more women are doing exactly what men have done for ages. What’s so wrong with it? Obviously he doesn’t have a problem with you being a single parent of five-year olds. And you said yourself the boys seemed to be in awe of him, and he even let them help with the tree, so he’s good with kids.”

“Sara, you’re just a silly hopeless romantic.”

“Hey, it could work.”

“There are other factors that I don’t think would work,” Sydnee confessed slowly.

“Like? C’mon, Syd, what’s the problem?” Sydnee paused before starting to list the issues she felt would present a problem.

“He’s…he’s white.”

“So?”

“So? Sara, really? That just makes it even harder.” Sydnee didn’t have a problem with race. She got along fine with people of all backgrounds and she had no problem with interracial relationships. If someone loved someone, that’s who they loved. It was just something she’d never experienced.

“Whatever, Syd. Obviously he doesn’t care about the race issue, so why should you?” Sara stopped. She narrowed her eyes and tilted her head, before a grin the size of the Mississippi River spread across her face. “You’ve never gone out with a white guy before, have you?”

“Well...no. I haven’t. You know that.”

“Gurrrrrrl. You better get with the program. Don’t limit yourself.” Sara laughed at Sydnee rolling her eyes. “I’m serious. You never know, he might be what-cha need.”

“I guess we’ll never know because I probably won’t ever see him again.”

“Well, maybe, but he does know where you live.” Sara laughed, looking at the face Sydnee made as the instructor started the class.

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