My Sweetheart

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Book: My Sweetheart Read Online Free PDF
Author: Shannon Guymon
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Christian
like it. Bring some more cupcakes,” he said and sauntered off, leaving her surprised and a little taken aback.
                  Meredith materialized at her side with a frown on her face. “Did I just see Kam ask you out?” she asked staring after the man darkly.
                  Jane nodded her head. “I think so. Something about a pig roast at the Matafeo’s house,” she said worriedly, glancing over in Tate’s direction. He was facing her as one of his younger cousins talked to him excitedly. He was talking but his eyes were on her and he didn’t look happy either.
                  Jane looked away quickly and realized Meredith looked upset. “Is there a rule against dating Samoan guys or something?” she asked curiously wondering if there was a cultural rule she wasn’t aware of.
                  Meredith laughed at that and shook her head. “No, not really. But sometimes . It depends. Feke’s family is really cool about Tawni. They don’t care if she’s white. But some families are real traditional and don’t like it.”
                  Jane glanced at Tate again, but now there were two Samoan girls talking to him and he was grinning and laughing and possibly flirting. She closed her eyes at the wave of pain that caused her and turned back to Meredith. “What about Tate Matafeo? Does his family not like him to date white girls?” she asked softly, wondering if that was his hang up with her.
                  Meredith shrugged and looked over at Tate curiously. “He’s an interesting guy. Pretty much an orphan. His dad was a gang member way back in the day and ended up getting shot by a rival gang. His mom was white, but she died of a drug overdose when he was young. He was passed around the family for a while and then Feke told me he got into some trouble and that’s when his uncle Toa took him under his wing. He’s been on the straight and narrow ever since. Kam and him are cousins. I never see them date white girls, but you never know.”
                  Jane pursed her lips and sighed. There was a lot she didn’t know about Tate. “So if I show up to this party with Kam will he get in trouble?” she asked worriedly spotting the large man laughing with a few teammates.
                  Meredith pouted and shook her head. “Nah, look at him. Who would dare tell him what to do?” she asked morosely.
                  Jane stared at Meredith for a moment. “Uh Meredith? Do you like Kam?” she asked in confusion.
                  Meredith looked at her like she was an idiot. “Are you kidding me? Kam’s like an older brother to me. Besides, I just told you I was trying to get over my ex.”
                  Jane nodded and grimaced. Well, if Meredith was still trying to get over her ex, she was sending out a lot of mixed signals. Maybe she was ready to date, but just wasn’t ready to admit it. Because where she was standing, Meredith was acting a little jealous. She smiled to herself and decided that she would do something fun. She was going to play match maker. She was going to find some way to get Kam and Meredith together.
                  Meredith glanced at her and frowned. “What are you grinning about? Come on, it’s getting chilly. Let’s go,” she said and headed toward the parking lot.
                  Jane followed more slowly as Meredith took a detour and pulled Tawni away from Feke. “You’ll see her tomorrow and she’s my ride. I swear if you don’t let her go I’ll chop your hand off,” she said with a glare.
                  Feke laughed and kissed Tawni one more time before letting Meredith drag her away. Jane giggled and followed the two girls but then stopped. “Hey, I forgot my cupcake platter. I’ve gotta run back and get it,” she called to Meredith.
                  She turned and waved.
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