Page 27 of The Family Man

I’m listening and trying my best not to judge.

“Speaking the truth is a trait I respect,” I reply.

“Five years ago, I met the twins’ mother. We had a great time, and we both went our separate ways.” He swallows. “I knew nothing about the twins until three months ago. Their mom was sick, and she contacted me.” He looks like he is having an internal struggle in his mind.

I stay silent, because sometimes it’s better to listen than to talk.

“Before she passed, we agreed I would raise the children. Now I have them, and I am happy they are with me. It’s just very intimidating to be a new parent.”

I like him more. “Condolences. So, now you are dad.”

“Yes, thankfully, my brother and parents are supportive.”

I have seen his brother in and out of his house over the past few months.

“My son has taken a vow of silence since their mom died. He doesn’t talk to anyone.” His eyes sadden.

“Is he doing therapy?”

He nods. “Yes, I found someone for him, he starts soon. He’s a smart kid. He is just—” Zac breaks off his thoughts.

“I think it’s noble that you are doing that. Taking responsibility,” I say as I dip into the brie.

“Noble? You make it sound so unexpected. Was your dad not around?”

“What, because I’m black you think he wasn’t around? He was around. I did come from a good home with married parents. Don’t stereotype me.” I’m a little irritated by his remark.

He raises his eyebrows. “No, no, sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.”

“He died, but he was an awesome dad.” I shrug.

“Shit, I am sorry to hear that. Okay, how about a subject change,” he says.

“Agreed, okay. So you are a player?” I state. I wanted to know what I was dealing with.

“Okay, wow.” He chuckles, he picks up the sangria, sips it, and places it back down.

“I like to get straight to the point,” I reply, pushing my hair behind my ear.

“I wouldn’t say I am a player. I like women, and again, I always make my intentions clear,” he says.

Hmm where does that leave me? It’s not like I want to marry him, but I don’t want to be used or taken for granted. Where are we going with this? Breathe, Sage, it’s your first date.

“My turn. Why are you single?”

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ZAC

Foot in mouth disease, that’s what I have. Why did I think she wouldn’t have a dad? I wanted to slap myself. I need to regain control of this date.

“Why are you single?” I really wanted to know.

She appears to have everything. She’s cute, clearly doing well for herself if she’s living in our neighborhood.

“I think it’s because I think my standards are high and I have a small case of OCD.” She shrugs and looks at the screen.

“Nothing is wrong with high standards. How bad is your OCD?” I saw no signs of it.

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