Sensual Confessions
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Blade proudly announced that he was going to be a father and was very happy about it, and that their wedding was going take place in June—not because he had to marry Sam, but because he wanted to.
Knowing that they would finally become grandparents in about seven months, Sam’s parents were excited beyond measure. The news wasn’t something they could tell them over the phone, so he and Sam had made a surprise visit to New York.
After Sam’s parents learned that Frank Denson had confessed to killing Tyrell Graham, they fought to get the case reopened and get Tyrell’s girlfriend, who’d been falsely convicted, exonerated and released from prison.
“I believe it’s time for another dance, Mrs. Madaris,” said Blade as he leaned over and whispered in Sam’s ear, before taking the glass from her hand. He swept her onto the dance floor as the music began to play. The elaborate and elegant wedding had taken place in New York, and all the Madarises had traveled to the Big Apple for the event. Blade and Sam would be catching a plane out of JFK for London for a fifteen-day cruise to the Mediterranean.
With the help of the Madaris women, Sam’s mother had done the impossible in less than sixty days, putting together an elaborate wedding the likes of which New York society hadn’t seen in a long time. The guest list had included friends and family members from both sides. Not surprisingly, the Madarises and Di Meglios knew some of the same people.
“Did I tell you how beautiful you look today?” Blade asked, leaning closer and whispering in her ear.
Sam smiled up at her husband. He had told her several times, but she had also seen it in his eyes. His love had been so plain it almost brought tears to her eyes. “Yes, but you can always tell me again,” she said.
“Samari Madaris, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, not only today but always. And I love you.”
The smile that touched her lips also touched her heart. “And I love you, too, so very much.”
He pulled her back into his arms and held her tight as their bodies swayed gently to the sound of the orchestra music. Sam glanced over at a couple standing on the sidelines, talking, before turning her gaze back to her husband. “Are you sure Reese and Kenna are just friends?”
Blade grinned. “That’s what they say and no one has a reason to doubt them. But who knows? Friends can become lovers. Clayton and Syneda proved that.”
Sam saw FDR and Priscilla. They made a great couple, and in fact, wedding plans were in the works.
Sam had decided to relocate to Houston when Clayton and Syneda decided to expand their law firm and wanted to add another Madaris to their practice. And what used to be Madaris, Di Meglio and Mahoney would soon become Madaris, Mahoney and Rowe, since Frederick would be moving to Oklahoma City for good.
Sam couldn’t help noticing her brother dancing with Peyton, and wondered if Angelo had finally decided to make a move. If so, it was about time.
Sam wrapped her arms around her husband and placed her head on his chest. She was happy. She was having his baby and life was good. She had a Madaris man and she would love him for the rest of her life.
SENSUAL CONFESSIONS
ISBN: 978-1-4268-5181-0
© 2010 by Brenda Streater Jackson
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