Authors: Ginger Solomon
One Choice (28 page)
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“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
Josiah touched his wife's face and bent down and caressed her lips with his. She tilted her head to accept a deeper kiss. His desire flared to life, but he forced himself to clamp it back down. Tonight she would be his, at long last. This beautiful, wonderful woman would be his.
The minister spoke again breaking the spell she cast upon him with her eyes and her touch. Josiah faced the audience, Cahri's hand in his. “It is my honor and privilege to present the Prince and Princess of Belikara.”
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Cahri wondered if the reception would ever end. She was exhausted from standing on her feet for so long. She didn't even know where Josiah had gone. He'd disappeared fifteen minutes ago and hadn't returned. She spotted Anaya and walked over to her, stopping along the way as people spoke to her.
“How much longer are we expected to stay?” Cahri whispered in Anaya's ear.
“Didn't Josiah tell you?” Anaya tried to hide a grin behind her hand, but failed. “The prince is expected to whisk his bride away on a white steed.”
The majestic horse in the barn. “What?” Cahri inhaled and exhaled. She loved horses, but in a wedding gown? “I'll never be able to mount a horse in this gown.”
“
You
don't mount the horse, my friend. You'll see.”
Clip-clop. Clip-clop.
Cahri stared as Josiah ducked through the doorway on the back of the brilliant white horse. It was decorated much like her dress, with green trim stitched into the white silk which covered the saddle with perfection, reaching halfway to the floor. The stirrups peeked through, but they too were covered in white silk.
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Josiah dismounted before his bride. His gaze roamed over her, from her beautiful face to the tips of her toes. He stepped forward and kissed her, releasing a little of his passion.
“Soon, my love.” He paused and took a breath. “Now you must trust me,” he whispered in her ear.
He stepped back, grabbed her by the waist and mounted in one swift, fluid motion. He'd managed it. He wasn't sure he would because of the remaining weakness in his leg. She squealed, but her smile indicated delight instead of fear or pain. She sat in front of him, sidesaddle style. This particular saddle had been designed with this ride in mind â the seat big enough for him and her. He held her between his arms as he guided the horse back the way he'd come. Cheering ushered them through the door and followed them out. Once they were outside the building, he moved his legs a little, touching his heels to the horse's flanks, and they took off at a fast canter. She nestled into his chest.
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The hotel room they entered was lavish. High ceilings, ornate woodwork, tasteful decorations, and one king-sized bed covered in fluffy, colorful pillows. Long, red and blue drapes flanked the wall of windows facing the sea.
Cahri swiveled away from the view toward her husband. He handed the bellboy some money, put out the
Do not disturb
sign, and closed the door.
He pivoted and faced her. Desire flamed in his eyes stronger than she'd ever seen. Heat rushed to her face.
“We are alone, at last.”
It amazed her how this man could ignite the flames in her body just by looking at her. Anticipation knotted in her stomach.
He walked closer. She stood still. His arms wrapped around her.
He prayed. Thankfulness swelled within her. Gratitude that he was a man who loved God and was patient as well.
With his prayer complete, his hands found her zipper. He removed her wedding gown as he kissed her lips, her ears, her neck. She shivered, but not from fright as she expected, but from desire.
“I love you, Cahri, my wife.” His murmur sent chills down her back.
“I love you, Josiah, my husband.”
At long last, they enjoyed each other as a married couple should,
without interruption
.
THE END
Ginger Solomon
lives in north Alabama with her husband and seven children. When not homeschooling or writing, she enjoys crocheting, reading, and playing games with her children. Ginger is a member of the American Christian Fiction Writers, is president of her local writers' group, and blogs regularly at
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Chapter One
Music filled the air as Josh Teague unlocked his apartment door, and he dug his cell phone out of his pocket as he stepped inside. After dumping his backpack on the floor by the second-hand brown leather couch, he opened the text from his girlfriend.
Call me when you have a minute.
Josh smiled and carried his phone into the kitchen. Leann probably needed reassurance he wasn't going to break up with her at the end of the week. Never mind how many times he had told her how much he would miss her during the winter break, or the fact that they already had plans to go out as soon as she came back to Whitcomb University in January. The woman had abandonment issues, and the stress of finals week only made it worse.
He grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and took a drink before calling Leann. Two rings later, she picked up.
“Hi.”
Something was wrong. She never sounded that subdued when he called. Heart racing, he managed to keep his tone light. “Hey, Leann. What's up?”
“My momâ” A sob cut off the rest.
“What about your mom?” He tried to quell his concern, but the effort was in vain.
Please, Lord...
“Is she okay?”
“She's great.” Leann sniffled. “So great, in fact, that she's leaving me.”
Josh set his water on the counter and combed his fingers through his hair. Since Leann's issues had been caused by her father suddenly leaving and divorcing her mother, getting abandoned by her mother would devastate her. But there had to be more to the story. No parent would actually abandon a child, even an adult child, so close to Christmas... would they?
“Where are you?” Josh asked, already heading for the door. “I'll come, and we can talk.”
“I'm in my room, but Cindy's going to be here soon with Danny to watch a movie.”
“Meet me downstairs, and I'll bring you back to my place.” He stepped outside and locked the door. “I'll be there in less than ten minutes.”
“Okay.” Her shuddering breath ended with another sniffle. “What am I going to do?”
“That's one of the things we'll talk about. All right?” He kept his voice calm and soothing, hoping to keep her from completely losing it before he got to her dorm. “You're not alone, Leann. I'm here for you, and we'll figure this out together.”
“Thanks, Josh. I'll see you in a few.”
He sighed as he shoved his phone in his pocket and opened the car door. Just when he thought things would go smoothly, this happened. He couldn't blame his girlfriend, but he'd hoped to keep finals week as stress-free as possible. Obviously, that wasn't going to happen.
During the short drive to campus, he prayed for patience and the strength to do whatever Leann needed him to do. He longed to call someone from the student veterans' group and let them help out, but he didn't even know what the situation was, other than Leann feeling abandoned by her mother. Passing off his girlfriend to someone else to deal with until finals ended wasn't his style anyway. Once he knew what was going on, he could decide on the best course of action. If that meant calling in backup, so be it, but he would make sure he took care of Leann, no matter what else was going on in his life.
He pulled up to the curb in front of Wyatt Hall and hoped he wouldn't get a ticket for leaving his car there long enough to go in and get Leann. The downward spiral of his mood bugged him, but he couldn't shake it. December was always a difficult time for him as Christmas drew closer, and with it came reminders that some of his friends from the army would never see their families again. He hadn't yet confided his holiday struggles to Leann, and he certainly wasn't going to do it now. She needed him to be the strong man so many people saw him as. Once her crisis was over, he'd see about letting her in on some of the darker parts of his life.
As soon as he stepped into the dorm lobby, Leann ran over and threw her arms around his neck. He held her tightly as she cried. Maybe he'd been wrong to assume her mother hadn't actually abandoned her.
Leann finally released him and stepped back, wiping the tears from her blue eyes. “Can we go? I don't want to risk Cindy seeing me right now. I haven't told her yet.”
She hadn't told her best friend and roommate about her mother's abandonment? Josh raised an eyebrow but kept his thoughts to himself. “Sure. My car's right outside.”
He put an arm around her and guided her out into the cold air. Snow hadn't fallen yet, but the forecasters predicted it before the weekend. Hopefully it wouldn't make the roads too slick as students headed home for winter break. The thought of possibly running across an accident and having to put his training as a medic to use was more than he could handle at the moment. He had majored in business because he figured it would lead to a career least likely to require him to give anyone first aid. He'd treated more than enough injuries while deployed, and these days the idea of facing bleeding wounds made him cringe.
Once Leann was settled in the passenger seat of his car, he went around and slid behind the wheel. She remained silent on the way to his apartment, and he wished he knew how to help her. They'd only been dating a few weeks, and he was still trying to learn her moods and what she needed from him when she was upset or stressed. Normally, a shoulder to cry on and a listening ear were all she needed, but this time was different. He'd never seen her hesitate to pour her heart out before.
As soon as they sat on his couch, she turned to him with tears rolling down her cheeks. “My mom called and told me she's going to Europe with some of her friends. She's leaving this weekend and won't be back until after I come back here.”
“Leann, I'm sorry.” Josh scooted close and wrapped her in a hug, remembering the Christmases he hadn't been able to spend with his family. Of course, for most of those his family had been at home and he'd been stuck in some other part of the world with his unit, but the loneliness and longing for family were the same.
“She has never missed Christmas before. And she won't even be home when I get there. The one month we could spend together, and she's going thousands of miles away!”
His mind raced as she wept on his shoulder. With her insecurities, spending a month alone in her mom's house, especially over Christmas, would devastate her. He couldn't ask her to stay with him â his apartment only had one bedroom â and most of his friends in the student veterans' group who might be able to put her up for a while were planning to scatter as soon as the semester ended.
He leaned back and smoothed strands of her light brown hair away from her face. “You need to talk to Cindy about this.”
“But she'll be all sympathetic and ask me to stay with her, but she's going to be busy with Danny.” Leann sniffled and swiped at her eyes. “And I won't see you, either, because you'll still be here in New Castle and I'd be over in Pendleton.”
Josh smiled and kissed her forehead. He loved his girlfriend's lack of logic. “Pendleton is only half an hour from here. We could see each other every day.”
“It's not the same and you know it.” She blew out a breath and leaned against the back of the couch. “Spending the break at Cindy's house would just make me feel worse. I mean, Cindy gets to see her parents any time she wants since they live so close, and they're looking forward to having her stay with them for the whole break. I haven't seen my dad since I was ten, and I hardly ever see my mom because she lives four hours away. I thought she'd be happy to have me for a month, but it's like she can't wait to get away from me. Why does she want to abandon me, too? What did I do to make my parents hate me?”
“I doubt they hate you.” He drew in a breath, his mind searching for a way to help her see that the whole situation likely had very little to do with her.
Give me the words I need, Lord. Please?
“Chances are your mom sees you as the grown woman you are and figured you don't need her as much as you did when you were younger. Maybe she's going on this trip because she wants to do something for herself.”
“That's what she said, but really? Over Christmas?” Leann shook her head and leaned against him. “Families are supposed to be together for Christmas, not on different continents.”
“I know the feeling, but sometimes there's nothing you can do except get through the holiday and look forward to the next time you'll see your family.”
“Oh, Josh, I'm sorry!” Leann kissed his cheek and laid her head on his shoulder as he put his arm around her. “I didn't even think about the fact that you had to miss Christmas with your family when you were in Iraq. My mom going to Europe can't possibly compare to what you went through.”
“It's not a contest.” He gave her a hug, a plan forming and lifting his spirits. “But I do appreciate what you're saying. I hope you can appreciate what I'm saying, too. You don't have to be alone for Christmas or with Cindy's family. You can come with me when I go to my parents' place. I know they'd love to meet you.”
“Really?” She sat up and faced him, her eyes wide. “You want me to spend Christmas with your family?”
He considered the possible ramifications of his invitation, that she might realize how much he cared about her, and smiled. “Yeah, I do. I wasn't looking forward to not seeing you for a month and missing the opportunity for our first Christmas together. I know you're upset about your mom's trip, but she did give us a way to be together for the holidays without depriving her or my parents.”
“I hadn't thought of it like that.” She stared at the miniature Christmas tree sitting on top of his stereo. After a moment her gaze shifted to him, and his heart melted at the sight of the glimmer of joy in her eyes. “You're sure your family won't mind me being there?”
“Positive. The last time I talked to my mom she asked when she'd get to meet you.” He remembered the most recent conversation with his older brother and grinned. “You just have to promise to ignore any teasing from my siblings.”
“I'll do my best.” Worry clouded her gaze. “But what am I going to do for the rest of the break? I don't want to spend it alone.”
“Why don't we go back to your room and talk to Cindy? She should know what's going on anyway, and like you said, she'll probably invite you to stay at her house.”
Leann sighed. “I wish I could stay in town so I'm closer to you.”
“Trust me, I would love to have you stay here, but that wouldn't work.” He drew her close for a kiss and then looked into her eyes. “But having you thirty minutes away would definitely beat having you four hours away.”
“Good point.” She gave him a hug then straightened with determination shining in her eyes. “Let's go talk to Cindy.”