Free Billionaire Wedding: Brooklyn's Baby (Interracial Billionaire Wedding Romance) ( Contemporary Taboo Alpha Male Wedding Romance) by Michele Reed

I will be American!” This man, this complete stranger up until this morning, was in tears before her. “You good woman.” He sounded almost like her grandfather did the day the garage had opened: a proud immigrant who was simply enthused to be on American soil.
                  “I…” she stammered, “I didn’t do anything.”
                  “Mr. O’Brian hire me as new company driver. He say you put in good word?” Yury questioned.
                  “Well, I guess I did?” she said, thinking back to the brief phone conversation she had had with Kerry about the cab driver she liked. Yury gave her a tight, tearful hug that lasted longer than she was comfortable with. He opened the door for her and she crawled into the back. In a matter of hours, it seemed that she had unintentionally helped a Russian family get on the path to American citizenship. She felt her head spinning from the confusion she was now feeling. Had her opinion of the cab driver really been that important to Kerry? It seemed ridiculous to her, but she was glad that Yury was so pleased with her.
                  Yury pulled off. She tried to wrap her head around what had just taken place, but she could not quite figure out what Kerry’s end game was. Was this a weird form of flirtation? Surely not, she thought, but she could not shake the feeling. It surprisingly did not take them long to get to the restaurant. She looked out the window and was embarrassed to see that they were just at a small mom-and-pop diner in Brooklyn. She looked down at her dress and silently thanked God that Lillian had delivered something that would not stand out too much in this low-end diner. She smiled, realizing that Lillian had intentionally picked out something that would be nice enough for formal dining but also not too elegant to make her look foolish if Kerry decided to take her somewhere low key. “Thank God,” she muttered, not at all eager to run into another embarrassing clothing mishap like she had with her suit. Yury hurried around the car to open the door for her. “Thank you,” she said to him.
                  “No, no, thank you!” he smiled.
                  She headed inside the diner. She had been there plenty of times before. It was a 1950s American style diner owned by an Israeli family that had only been in the States for a generation or two. The people who worked there were friendly. She spotted Kerry in the back of the diner and he waved her over.
                  Mercedes came and sat across from him at the small, round table. “Sorry, I was in the mood for a hamburger,” he admitted to her. “And I couldn’t think of a better place.”
                  Mercedes laughed at him. “I guess I did not expect someone…like you…to appreciate an old style diner like this.”
                  “Like me?” Kerry asked as he opened up his briefcase to fetch the paperwork.
                  A waitress came over, smiling ear to ear. “Hey Kerry, you want your usual?” she asked.
                  “I think so,” he said with a smile.
                  The same waitress smiled at Mercedes. “How about for you?” the server than paused for a moment, “Hey! I know you. You worked on my father’s car last year. You were so sweet, you gave him deal on his tires after he ran them flat. Thank you.”
                  “You’re welcome,” Mercedes said and then quickly placed her order. The waitress scurried off, returning briefly with their drinks, and then disappeared behind the counter. “You have a usual here?”
                  Kerry smiled, lying the paperwork down on the table. “I’ve been here a few times.”
                  “Seems like more than just a few,” she said.
                  He laughed. “Okay, you caught me. I have a serious weakness