Contemporary Romance: Passage of Arms - A Military Romance Novel (Romance, Contemporary Romance, Military Romance, Romance Novel Book 1)

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that,” Becky suddenly shook her head, “You’re missing the point, Sarah. Will you let my friend take you out?”
    Sarah frowned. “Now?”
    “Yes. He said he didn’t mind hanging out with a beautiful woman this afternoon. He’s not seeing anyone.”
    Sarah’s mind swarmed with many thoughts. Becky’s proposal was absurd, but instead, she asked, “And why isn’t he your type?”
    Becky chuckled again and smiled sheepishly. “He just isn’t.”
    “Why?”
    “Well,” Becky scratched at her arm and glanced down. “I just kind of like…” she giggled, “black guys.”
    Sarah’s mouth dropped. “Oh,” she paused, and then found herself chuckling as well. “I guess that it explains that man that came here looking for you,” she took in a deep breath. “He was tall, huge, big muscles too, are you and him together?”
    Becky wrinkled her nose and shook her head. “He’s just a good friend I’ve known for some time,” she couldn’t keep the smile off her face. “Anyway, this isn’t about me. His name is Dave and he’s really cool. About your age. He’s a real nice guy.”
    Sarah nodded and moved towards her desk where her purse was. She lifted it from the desk and paused. “How do you know him?”
    “Oh, from the docks,” Becky said quickly. “He’s good friends with my father.”
    Frowning, Sarah looked Becky over. “Just how old is this guy?”
    Becky shrugged. “Around your age, I’m guessing. He’s not old enough to be my father, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
    “Just how old do you think I am?”
    “Late thirties or something?” Sarah scoffed. “I’m sorry,” Becky said quickly. “I don’t know how old you are. Your daughter is like nine.”
    “She’s eight,” Sarah stressed. “She just turned eight and I had her when I was 23.”
    Becky paused, her lips moving as she counted. “So you’re 31?” She smiled sheepishly. “I’m sure this guy is a good age. He’s good looking, Sarah, just try him out? Have a good afternoon and have some fun. You look beautiful today,” she paused, “I mean, every day, but today, you look really great,” she smiled and spread her arms out. “You’ve got nothing to lose.”
    “Except time,” Sarah responded with a pout.
    “Okay, Negative Nancy,” Becky spat. She paused, and then quickly grinned. “I’m going to tell him to meet you here in ten minutes—.”
    “I didn’t agree to that,” Sarah said quickly. Becky only shrugged.
    “Okay, you can tell him that when he gets here. He’s already on his way actually.” Becky laughed. “He’ll probably be here in five minutes. He’s coming from Nashville so he left already. If you say no, you’ll be really mean.”
    Sarah stared. Her mind tried to form thoughts, her mouth words, but she was simply too stunned.
    “Hope you’re not mad,” Becky grinned and turned, leaving Sarah in the office by herself.
    It was moments like that where Sarah wished she knew more people she could call and vent to. Instead, she had Becky was here only fallback girl, a 23 year old soon to be graduate.
    She waited in the room and thought about her options. She could leave and have the Mysterious Dave wonder where she went, or she could stay, and meet the mystery man but refuse to spend an afternoon with him, or she could actually take Becky’s suggestion and put her great hair and sundress to good use.
    Becky dipped her head back into the office a moment later. “Hey, Sarah, he’s here,” she grinned brightly. “He’s hot, you’re going to love an afternoon with him. He’s so cool.”
    Sarah frowned. “Again, if he’s so great, maybe you should be with him then.”
    Becky laughed, shooting out a sound like a shotgun. “Ew, he’s too old for me.” Clenching her teeth together, Becky nearly growled. “Oh come on, too old for me but perfect for you, just meet him okay. Come on. He came from Nashville,” she tried to coax.
    Sarah didn’t move though. Meeting an old friend

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