Free Color Blind (BWWM Interracial Billionaire Single Mom Steamy Romance Novel) by Vivian Ward Page B

Doesn’t she want to meet me?” Dale frowned, a little disappointed.  
     
    I shook my head, “No, she’s sleeping. I was going to wake her, but I’d like her to get rest so she has some strength. She can eat later. I’ll heat it up for her.”  
     
    As I pulled up a seat next to Dale, I had no idea that our evening was about to become much deeper than I’d ever imagined.  

 
    Chapter Six
     
    “ Thanks for dinner. It was delicious. If you don’t mind, I’m going to run to my room real quick to check on Nevaeh. You can go ahead and have a seat on the couch.”  
     
    Dale nodded as I began making my way down the Harris to my bedroom. The door was still cracked open, allowing me to poke my head into the doorway; I spied Nevaeh still fast asleep. I backed away and walked to the living room.  
     
    “ Would you like some coffee or something?” I offered.  
     
    “ Yeah, that would be nice. I’ll help you.”
     
    “ No, you’re my guest. You sit tight and I’ll be right back.”
     
    “ Kimberly, you’re not at work. You don’t have to wait for me. I insist, let me come help you.”  
     
    I shrugged my shoulders as he followed me into the kitchen. After we had poured our coffee, we headed back to the living room and sat on the couch facing each other. I sipped my coffee as I noticed Dale looking at all of my pictures.  
     
    “ You sure have a lot of pictures of Nevaeh in here,” he said, smiling in admiration.  
     
    “ Yeah, I live for that little girl.”
     
    “ Who are those people?” he probed, nodding towards pictures of my family.  
     
    “ That’s my mom and dad,” I said, pointing to a picture of them that was taken before he was killed. “And those are my brothers,” I picked up their picture. “This is my oldest brother Tony and these are my two younger brothers, Jason, and Terrance.”  
     
    “ Where do they live?”
     
    “ My mom lives in Lemay with my baby brother Terrance, and my other two brothers live in South County.”  
     
    “ Why does your mom live with your brother? Where’s your dad?”  
     
    “ That was one of the things I’ve wanted to talk to you about,” I said looking at my coffee mug. “My family doesn’t like white people. My dad was killed by a crooked white cop.”  
     
    “ That’s terrible. What happened?”
     
    I looked at him for a moment as I tried to gather my emotions to form the right words. It was so tragic even though it had been a little over 10 years since the accident.  
     
    “ It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. I understand.”
     
    “ No, it’s okay,” I said looking at my late father’s picture. “I guess it was more of a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Some guy, close to my dad’s age, had robbed a convenience store. The police were on a look-out for a subject wearing dark jeans and a gray hoodie.”
     
    “ Let me guess, your dad was wearing something similar?” he interrupted.
     
    I nodded. “Yeah, and he was in the general vicinity where the crime occurred. As he was walking down the street, the cops tried to stop him. Obviously , he resisted because he didn’t know what was going on. That’s when things got nasty,” I stopped. I had to try to collect myself before I could continue.  
     
    “ I do not like the sound of this story,” Dale said.  
     
    “ When he resisted, the police automatically assumed he was the perp they were looking for. My dad tried reaching for his wallet, to show his ID to prove who he was and that’s when the cop emptied his 9mm into my father ,” I began to sob.  
     
    “ Jesus fucking Christ! I remember that story. It made national headlines. Kimberly, I’m so sorry,” he said sympathetically.
     
    “ My pops never made it home that night. I can still remember my mom calling everyone to see if anyone had seen him. We didn’t know what happened to him until the next afternoon. They waited a whole fucking day to call our