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answer your original question, there are tons of women that date white men. And I'm not talking about just on TV,” he stated as he pulled out his phone. After a few moments, he handed his cell over to her.
    Trish smiled at the many pictures that were posted on the Pinterest page that he pulled up. The women were of different shades of black, shapes, and ages. She wasn't stupid. She knew that these women were out there, but she just never really acknowledged them in her day to day life; then again, Janelle took no issue with it, and she didn't give a damn about it. In addition to that, her friend had to deal with being gawked at all the time due to her scars, and here she was worrying over something so trivial. She looked over at her kids and marveled at the way that they had no problem making friends, and finding beauty in other races. Maybe she could learn a thing or two from them.
    “You need to get cleaned up if you're taking us out to eat,” she said with a firmness in her voice that wasn't there before as she passed his phone back to him.

Chapter Three
    Trish sat in her car the next morning with the air on full blast while she made a few phone calls. She had put up no complaint when Brayden had told her to wait in her car outside the house until the home inspector showed up, even though she still didn’t understand why he had told her to get the man back out there. She had put up a bit of a fight, as she mumbled under her breath, and told him her thoughts about his request, taking pains to make sure she didn’t embarrass him in front of his men. She had only been at the house for a few seconds before he began to question the list they had made just the day before. She didn’t know if it was because he didn’t take kindly to her being there with the heated, lustful gaze of his employees trained on her, or if he just didn’t like taking orders from her as she walked through the house pointing out issues. Whatever it was, he had finally turned to her and asked her to call the inspector out. She had doubted that the city worker would come. However, as she caught a glimpse of the truck creeping up the road in her rearview mirror, she figured that the words Brayden had told her to say actually worked.
    “Good morning. You say that you have questions about the foundation of the house?” the short, bald man smile as he shielded his eyes from the direct glare of the sun.
    The man took in her loose-fitting, yellow jumpsuit with matching sandals as she got out of her car. He never cared for the high-minded attitude she gave off whenever he inspected her houses. It wasn’t anything she said directly, but the way she would address him, and how she walked with a confidence that bugged him—that along with the way she questioned him as if he didn’t know what he was doing.
    Well, the joke was on her dumbass, he thought.
    He focused his eyes on a blade of grass to make sure she didn’t see the sparkle in his eyes that was mixed with the malice he felt for the woman. He knew that he had been sucking up her profits with his overrated inspections. He got such joy in his heart whenever he drove by her homes, because he knew she was spending thousands more than what was needed to get her homes up to code. She might have the nice clothes and pretend to be more than what she was while she drove around her nice car, but he was the one was getting the last laugh every damn time.
    “Yes, please…after the construction company got here, there was a little confusion about the report,” she answered while she began to lead him to the side of the large house.
    “You wasted no time, I see. It’s good that you had the funds to get started so quickly.”
    “Well, with that long list you gave me, I would have to be crazy to not to.”
    The man turned his head to glance into the house next door to keep her from seeing the smirk on his face.
    She might not have seen it, but Brayden had. When he had seen the man’s truck pull up, he