“No. Not exactly like those things, which are merely superstitions. This is different. I’m not saying that I believe it, but they say that when it’s raining and the sun is shining, the devil is beating his wife.”
“Yeah, right.” Unzell smirked. “Actually, the scientific term for it is sunshower.”
“Scientific term, huh? Well, people also say that if you stick a pin in the ground and listen, you can hear her screams.”
“Oh. So do you want to go outside and do that so we can put that old wives’ tale to the test?” Unzell’s eyes danced as he spoke. “I’m game to play in the rain if you are.”
“Nope. Alana and I tested it out when we were younger.”
He laughed. “And the verdict was?”
“I didn’t hear a thing. Of course, Alana claimed that she did. She said the scream was faint. But honestly? I think she heard something because she wanted to believe it was true. Then she said we’d used the wrong kind of pin and that’s why it didn’t work right.”
“Alana is something else, that’s for sure. So how is she these days?”
“Still trying to get a contract as a video girl or whatever they’re called.”
“I wouldn’t ever count Alana out. Before you know it, she’ll be over here forcing us to watch her DVD, showing how she was ‘doing her thing.’ ” He made a quick pumping dance move followed by the long-outdated Cabbage Patch.
Unzell wrapped his arms around Brianna. She fully submitted, lying back into him, then rubbing one of his hard, muscular arms that gently engulfed her.
“The devil beating his wife,” he said with a sinister giggle as they both looked out of the window. “Well, now, I think I’ve heard just about everything.”
Brianna broke away from his embrace and turned to face him, playfully hitting his arm. “Just don’t you ever try that devil move on me.”
He grabbed her and lovingly locked her again into his arms, gazing deeply into her brown eyes as they faced each other. “Never. I promise you I will leave before I ever raise a hand to you.” He hugged her. “I would never abuse a blessing of God; I’m too afraid of what God would do to me if I did.” He gently pushed her slightly away from him to look into her eyes again. “Besides, I love you too much. We’re one body now. So whatever I do to you, I’ll be doing to myself. And I would never lay a negative hand or word, for that matter, on myself. Therefore, I won’t ever do anything like that to you.”
“See, that’s why I love you so much.” She cocked her head to one side. “You really get this whole concept of loving your wife the way Christ loves the church.”
“I wouldn’t want our life together to be any other way. Not any other way.” He pulled her to him and squeezed her as he locked her in his arms, causing her to giggle out loud. He stopped, cupped her face, and kissed her with an overflow of passion.
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