Yearning For Her Curves: (A BWWM Interracial Romance)

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beside me before I’d found her and Joey.  She grinned, then leaned forward and waved.
     
    “Hi Patrick,” she said in that sing-songy voice that you use when you’re 14 and you catch your friend with her crush that she hasn’t had the nerve to confess to yet.
     
    “Hey Charlotte,” he said with a grin and a slight reddening of his cheeks.
     
    “You two look wonderful,” she said.  The teasing was over, thankfully.  I’d probably hear about it later, but that was all for tonight.
     
    “Are they flying you and Izzy out to New York for the office opening?” Patrick asked, obviously trying to take her focus off of the fact that we were there together before she started teasing him again.
     
    “Nah, Jade wouldn’t do that with Al being so little and Joey’s schedule being so hectic right now.  Isobel said she didn’t want to go,” she said with a shrug.
     
    “That reminds me…” I said, taking her shoulder gently and moving her away from the crowd a bit.  Patrick took the hint and wandered off, presumably to find Joey.
     
    “What’s up?”  Char said, lowering her voice and changing her stance so that we looked like we were simply talking instead of gossiping in the corner.
     
    “Isobel came to see me at work last week, and she looked really down,” I said.  “I tried everything that I could think of, all of the things that normally would make her smile again and nothing worked.  I’m really starting to worry about her.  I’m starting to worry that she’s crossing over from mourning into unhealthy.”  
     
    Charlotte frowned and nodded slightly. “Yeah, I noticed that she doesn’t really seem to be coming out of this funk either.”
     
    “Good, then it’s not just me being a paranoid, over-protective friend,” I said.  Char shook her head.
     
    “We need to spend more time with her.  Maybe doing things a bit less… crowded,” she said, glancing around.
     
    “Right, she doesn’t really seem to want to be around people right now.”
     
    “We could maybe do a spa day next week?  That new one down by my old place that I go to put in childcare.”
     
    “Right, I’m off on Wednesday and Friday,” I said.
     
    “Wednesday.  Friday, Joey will be home and has already called dibs on Al, so we can go out and do something that night.  A movie or a book signing, or wine tasting… something.” 
     
    “That sounds like a great plan,” I whispered.  Char and I shared a look and a smile.
     
    “I’ll be at home most of the week, I’ll find out what’s going on Friday and let you know,” she said, just as Isobel walked up.
     
    “What’s up?” she said. Charlotte was instantly smiling as she tossed her arm around Isobel and grinned.
     
    “We were thinking, we should go to the spa,” she said.  “We haven’t done that in forever, and all three of us deserve some pampering.”   I’d give it to her, she made it totally sound like just a day out together.  Not at all like an intervention over Izzy’s mental health.  Then again, she’d always been better at sugar coating than I was.
     
    “Oh?  You’re right we haven’t,” she said with a grin.
     
    “Awesome, keep Wednesday afternoon open.  Jacinta’s off that day and I know you have that interview in the morning,” she said.  Izzy nodded.
     
    “Jade doesn’t have anything else for me that day.”
     
    “Good!  I’m excited,” she said, doing that girly squeal thing that she and Isobel did way more than I did, though I had my moments.
     
    “Hang on, what’s up with you showing up with tall, blond and hunky over there?”  Isobel asked with a smirk and a wink.  That was closer to the Izzy I knew, and I couldn’t help but grin.
     
    “What?  What’s wrong with my bringing Patrick with me tonight?”  I asked.  Izzy shrugged.
     
    “Nothing at all.  I just thought you guys were working so hard not to be ‘a thing’ that you’d never come out in public like this.  Some place

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