Read Online Color Blind (Able to Love) by Michelle Lindo-Rice - Free Book Online

it’s not too much trouble, would you please give me my cell phone.”
    “You mean the one that you tossed across the room earlier?”
    How he hated that ingratiating voice near his ear! He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, resisting the urge to knock Corey senseless—well try to. “Yes, the same one.”
    Corey released him and he heard his large footfall as the other man retrieved his cell phone. Saul was glad that he’d bought the Otter Box or he would be purchasing yet another phone.
    “Hold out your hand,” Corey said. This time he sounded neutral and Saul was glad for that. He had to trust that whomever Annie had sent in as her replacement was reliable. How he hated being without his sight.
    “Do you need me to dial the number?”
    “No, I don’t need you to dial the number,” Saul replied nastily. “I lost my sight, not my brain. I’m capable of operating a cell phone.”
    “Just asking.” Corey placed the phone in his hands.
    Saul complied and curled his fingers around his phone. He played nice until he was settled into his bedroom upstairs. There was no way he was letting Corey take his room. He’d have the younger man move his things upstairs. Saul was now competent at climbing stairs. He counted steps and his cane helped.
    He called Cassandra to check up on her and to speak with Emily. He kept his conversation lighthearted, not wanting his daughter to discern that while he was exchanging pleasantries, his heart was tearing against his flesh. He had too much pride to tell her about Annie’s departure.
    He settled against his pillows and made another call. This time he heard the swirl before a computer-operated voice informed him, “The number you were trying to reach has calling restrictions which has prevented the completion of your call.”
    “Huh?” confused, he tried again.
    The same message.
    “No, this can’t be right,” he said, hitting the end button. He dialed her number again.
    He almost convulsed when he heard, “The number you’ve—”
    Annie had blocked his calls!
    “Ugh!” Saul threw his phone. He heard a satisfied thud. It dropped to the floor. Sort of how she’d dropped him.

 
    Chapter Fifteen
     
     
    “You’ve made a big mistake,” Sari declared, rubbing her nose. You shouldn’t have left like that. You owed it to yourself and Saul. You don’t know how he would’ve reacted.”
    The two friends had met up by Fisherman’s village and taken an impromptu sail across the Peace River. The water rocked beneath them as they sat across from each other and settled in to their discussion.
    “He would’ve paid me and kicked me to the curb, disguised under the politeness of southern gentility, of course,” she snorted. Annie wiped her face with tissues she’d stuffed in her purse. Her face was red and puffy from crying but she was past the point of caring. She’d been crying at the apartment for hours before Sari called and suggested they get together to discuss her wedding plans. Now here she sat on the water, crying for a man who would think she was way too many shades darker than his preference.
    “There you go jumping to conclusions. You don’t know what he would’ve done if you’d confronted him head on. Instead, you shirked away like someone who’s ashamed of her heritage and her people.”
    Annie’s temper flared. “I’m not ashamed of myself or my race, thank you very much and let’s not forget the man has a supermodel for a girlfriend. I’m sure Saul Sweeterman will be just fine.”
    Sari grinned. “There’s my friend. The one I’m used to seeing.” The wind picked up and Sari’s hair went all helter skelter.
    Annie groped for the extra ponytail holder she kept in her purse and handed it to her friend. “Normally, I would have been up in his face after hearing that story from his daughter. I mean when Cassandra told me that her dad refused to see her and even her baby—his own flesh and blood, I said to myself, what would he do to me? I