A Heart Not Easily Broken (The Butterfly Memoirs) Read Online Free PDF Page B

exasperation and slammed the refrigerator door, salad dressing in hand. “Both of you set this up.”
    Kaitlyn’s eyebrows crunched together. “Set what up?”
    I studied her perplexed expression. Kaitlyn wasn’t good at lying, which could only mean one thing. Yasmine was the true source of my irritation.
    “Brian.” I turned to face her. “You lied. You do know him. I came home to find him standing in our yard. You’re the one who set this up.” I grabbed my plate from the counter and intentionally dragged my chair from the table, hoping the scraping noise irritated my roommates.
    “Excuse me?” Yasmine’s well-trimmed eyebrows arched. “The only Brian I know is a guy I dated a year ago. He’s a male dancer.”
    I ground my teeth. Between Yasmine and Brian, my dentist would make a lot of money.
    “Yes, you do,” I reminded her with a thin amount of patience. “You called him to cut the grass. You know, the same Brian I met at the club.”
    Kaitlyn held up a hand. “Hold up. You mean the white guy? The one you dissed, was here?”
    “I chose to ignore his invitation. It’s not the same thing.”
    Yasmine sat up straight in her chair, all hints of her irritation disappeared. “Wait a minute, how did he find out where you lived?”
    “Because you called him.” I fought the urge to yell my response.
    “No, the number I called belonged to Javan’s roommate.” Yasmine said.
    Both women were silent, watching me as the pieces clicked together.
    My mouth dropped open.  “Oh. My. God.”
    “What?” Kaitlyn focused on me.
    “This is unbelievable. Brian is Javan’s roommate. I thought it was the drummer.” I laughed in disbelief.
    Yasmine’s eyebrows narrowed in confusion. “Did I miss something?”
    My anger deflated.  “I’m sorry you guys.”
    Yasmine picked up a generous helping with her fork. “All’s forgiven as long as this lasagna isn’t burnt.”
    Kaitlyn’s food remained untouched. “Are you gonna tell us what happened or what?”
    Aware of their questioning faces, I leaned forward to rest my elbows on the table. “Well, you got the gist of it. Brian”
    “The one you dissed,” Kaitlyn inserted.
    “Yes, him. It turns out Brian does more than play in a band. He owns a lawn care business and cuts grass during the day.”
    “Hmm, on a first name basis and the man has two jobs, impressive.”
    I cut my eyes at Yasmine.
    “What?” She shrugged.
    “Anyway, he started flirting with me.” I paused for a moment, remembering the mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Don’t get me wrong, the man is fine, just not my type.”
    “Because he’s white?” Kaitlyn asked.
    “No.” Brian’s gloriously half-naked, sweaty skin and devilish blue eyes were committed to memory. “He’s just not…” I waved a hand over my body. “I like a man with a lot of muscle.”
    Yasmine smirked. “That’s the excuse you’re using?”
    “Okay, I appreciate a good-looking man of any race. But when it comes to dating, I can’t imagine being in an interracial relationship. First, there’s the whole “we-don’t-have-anything-in-common” thing followed by the “look-at-them-staring-at-us” thing. And let’s not forget the “bring-a-white-boy-home-to-meet-your-family” thing. And oh my God, there’s the”
    Yasmine put her hand in the air. “Okay, we get it; you have a problem with dating a white guy.”  She shook her head. “Ebony, let’s be real. Your family lives three thousand miles away. Besides, you’re not trying to marry the man; you’re trying to get your freak on. If black is what you need, wait till its dark and turn off the damn light.”
    Kaitlyn nearly choked on a mouthful of food, while I howled in laughter. Yasmine joined in. We laughed until tears streamed from our eyes. No matter what the situation, Yasmine kept it real.
    “Is this based on personal experiences?” I asked when able to speak again.
     “Yeah, and hello? Black father, white mother.” Yasmine smirked.