Fatal Series 00 - Fatal Destiny

and urged him into another carnal kiss. “I’ve missed this.”
    “Mmm. Me, too. So much.”
    “We’re getting married today.”
    He smiled down at her. “So I’ve heard. Are you ready?”
    “Never been more ready for anything. You?”
    “Same.” He kissed her again and entered her slowly, releasing a deep sigh of completion. “In case I forget to tell you later,” he said, peppering his words with kisses, “you’re the single best thing to ever happen to me, and I can’t imagine how I managed to live without you for all those years after we first met.”
    She ran her hands down his back. “Ditto.” Closing her eyes, she rode the wave of love and passion and desire that only he could inspire in her.
    “Damn,” he muttered, “this is going to be fast.”
    Sam laughed and urged him on. “We have all week for slow.”
    His lips found the curve of her neck, and he tightened his arms around her. “Love you, babe. Love you so much.”
    “Love you too.” As he drove them to an explosive finish, Sam had no doubt at all that she was marrying the exact perfect guy for her.

Chapter 11
    The wedding day preparations passed in a blur of hair and makeup and flowers and children. Sam waited all day for the crash that usually followed a sleepless night, but it never happened. She figured she was running on an extra dose of wedding adrenaline with a sex-induced high thrown in for good measure.
    Standing before a full-length mirror in the dress that had been made just for her, Sam had to give Tinker Bell credit. It was pretty safe to say that she’d never looked better in her life. She raised her long skirt and took another admiring look at the fabulous Jimmy Choos with the sparkling buckle and let out a giddy squeal of delight.
    As promised, her makeup was subtle, yet effective. The scar at her hairline was nowhere in sight. Her hair was swept into a sleek, sophisticated style with an orchid strategically placed above her right ear.
    Her entire family was abuzz about the altercation with Peter. Sam was relieved that he was locked up and couldn’t do anything to disrupt her wedding day. The incident with him had been a small price to pay for that peace of mind.
    Remembering the passionate night she’d spent with Nick, she reached up to touch the diamond key he had given her. After everything with Peter and in the wake of their rancorous divorce, she’d never imagined getting married again. That is until she reconnected with Nick after John O’Connor’s murder. Once they were back together, the idea of being remarried had stopped seeming so preposterous. Now she couldn’t wait to be his wife, and to take, as he’d said in his proposal, the journey of a lifetime together.
    She slid the sparkling engagement ring off her finger and transferred it—temporarily—to her right hand to make room for the wedding band he would soon place on her left hand.
    Dressed in dark purple tea-length bridesmaid dresses, Tracy and Angela stepped into the room.
    “ Wow , Sam,” Tracy said with a sigh. “You’re stunning.”
    “Seriously,” Angela added.
    “Thanks, guys, you look gorgeous too. Is everyone ready to go?”
    “Dad and Celia already left with the kids,” Angela said, “but we needed a moment alone with the bride.
    Tracy handed Sam a jeweler’s box. “Since Nick took care of your something new, here’s your something old.”
    “Grandma’s diamond earrings! But she gave them to you.”
    “Which is why they’re also your something borrowed,” Tracy said with a pointed look.
    Sam laughed as she put them on. “Gotcha.”
    Angela handed Sam a fancy lace garter with blue satin ribbon threaded throughout. “And your something blue.”
    “Was this yours?” she asked Angela.
    “It was originally Mom’s,” Tracy said. “Angela and I both used it our weddings.”
    “But you didn’t give it to me last time?” Sam said, fingering the lace.
    “We had a feeling that was your starter marriage.” Tracy rested her hands on Sam’s bare shoulders and went up on tiptoes to kiss her sister’s cheek. “This one is for keeps.”
    “Yes, it certainly is,” Sam said softly as her eyes flooded with tears. She frantically blinked them back. “Stop the schmoopy stuff before I have mascara running down my face!”
    Tracy smiled and stepped back.
    Angela leaned in to kiss Sam’s other cheek. “We love you. We love him. And we’re so very, very happy for you.”
    “Okay, now you really have to stop it,”