Pearce piped in and said, “You mean roofies, the date rape drug?”
“The one and the same. For some reason, Ms. Hammond woke up before they did, and they weren’t expecting that. She ruined their plans.”
Pearce rubbed his chin for a moment and asked, “Well, if that’s the case, how could she...” he looked at me with a dark look, and then pulled me tightly to him, like he was afraid I’d bolt out the door or something. “Then how was she able to perform like she did in the video?”
“We think that DVD was a hoax to get back at her because everything this creep tried to do to her backfired. So he had some girl come in that he made up to look like Ms. Hammond and they acted it out. If you took the time to analyze the DVD, which I’m sure neither of you did and I don’t blame you for that, you would’ve noticed how blurred everything was. It was all intentional. All the other DVD’s in this guy’s possession were crystal clear. This one was edited to look that way.”
The only thing I wanted to do right now was yell and scream and I did just that. “Woohoo!”
Pearce laughed and so did John. The detectives smiled. I don’t think they had any idea of what I’d been through the last two days.
“Are we through here?” Pearce asked.
“As a bird,” John said. “Alexia, we’ll need you to testify at the trial. Is that okay?”
I just laughed. “As long as it doesn’t interfere with my wedding or honeymoon. Let’s get out of here,” I said as I grabbed Pearce’s arm.
There was only one place I wanted to go and I told him so. “No detours, stops, nothing. Straight there and I don’t care if we stay there till next week.”
He just grinned. “I’m glad my girl’s back.”
“Me too.”
CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
At six in the evening on October twenty ninth, I stood at the entrance of St. Phillip’s Church. The doors were closed so I couldn’t see inside, but the place was crammed with guests. We couldn’t invite everyone to the ceremony that had been invited to the reception, because the church simply wasn’t big enough.
Charlestonian’s tongues would be wagging in about two minutes. I was waiting for my escort to arrive. I was breaking tradition. Big time. I didn’t care. My dad would not get this honor. They didn’t even get an invitation to the wedding. Two weeks ago, I finally got a call from them. They gushed all over me and told me how excited they were about my upcoming marriage. They must’ve read about it somewhere, because they certainly didn’t hear it from me.
Phil and I had discussed this and he was actually on my side here. They hadn’t supported me in my most urgent time of need but had kicked me to the curb instead. The truth of it was, or at least we sort of figured it anyway, was they wanted me to have a place in society so they could have one too. When I told them I didn’t want to marry Peter, they became angry with me. After his death, well, I was nothing to them because I had removed any chance for them to move up the societal ladder.
Well, imagine when they heard that I was marrying a Middleton! Suddenly, the daughter they’d disowned could offer them a chance at everything they’d always wanted. I don’t think so. Nope, it so wasn’t happening. They weren’t using me anymore.
So, no dad to walk me down the aisle, but I had something much better, I noted as my escort arrived.
“Well, didn’t I tell you that you’d be something swathed in Angel Sanchez on your wedding day?” Lisbeth asked.
I laughed. “And look at you!” She also wore Angel and she looked stunning in a gunmetal gray gown.
“Come on honey. Let’s get you down the aisle and give Charleston something new to talk about. You nervous?”
“Huh uh.”
“Good, ‘cause this old lady couldn’t hold you up if you started to fall or something.”
“Lisbeth, you’re lots of things, but old will never be one of them!”
The wedding director nodded, the music was playing and the huge wooden door swung open. I took a few steps and found myself in the narthex of the church. The second set of doors were already opened and Terri was walking down the aisle. You wouldn’t have known she could barely walk five months ago.
Then it was my turn. I lifted my head and there he stood, dressed in a black tux, looking perfectly gorgeous and waiting for me. I felt Lisbeth grab my arm and whisper, “Don’t you dare run up that aisle Alexia. I know you can’t wait to get your hands on him and quite frankly he is one fine man, but this is your only chance to show off your Angel Sanchez so you’re going to take this walk nice and slow. You understand me?”
“Yes ma’am,” I said with a giggle.
That was the longest damn walk I ever took in my life, but it was worth every step because by the time I made it to his side, he was dazed. I almost had to click my fingers in front of his face to get a response from him. Lisbeth cleared her throat twice before he took my hand from hers and escorted me up to the altar.
Then he bent his head and whispered in my ear, “I’ve never been speechless in my life until today. You are beyond exquisite Alexia. I will never forget the way you looked today walking towards me to take me as your husband.”
I melted on the spot...turned into jelly right there. I wanted to throw myself at him and I didn’t care that we were in the middle of a ton of people and it was our wedding. I wanted to turn around and throw my bouquet in the air and yell out how much I loved him. But I did none of that then...I waited until later.
We had a traditional ceremony but at the end we each whispered something to the other that we wanted to say.
Pearce turned to me and said, “I knew you were my forever girl the first time I saw you. I told you then that I’d be here forever and I’ll tell you now. I’m here till the end Alexia, with you by my side always.”
When it was my turn, I put one of my hands on his face and said, “I’m glad you were persistent because I don’t know how I could live without you by my side every day. I didn’t know happiness until I met you. My heart is only half without you and I’m here till the end too.”
Then we kissed and it wasn’t the usual wedding kiss. We really kissed. People started laughing. We finally pulled away and the priest announced us as Dr. and Mrs. Henry Pearce Middleton the fifth. We walked down the aisle and out of the church and were whisked away for pictures.
Before they started though, he towed me to a little nook. “I had envisioned what you would look like today, but Alexia, there are no adequate words that can even come close to describing you. Your beauty just flows from you and when I look at you, like now, my emotions are...” he swallowed and his eyes were smoldering with passion. “God Lex, I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you tonight.”
“Pearce,” I murmured. When he spoke like that, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to keep my hands off of him. I kissed him, which probably wasn’t the best idea, but I couldn’t help myself.
We heard our names and he said, “Damn!”
“Maybe in the limo.”
“I’ll figure something out. Alexia, I love the hell out of you.”
I beamed at him. “Me too honey.”
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We managed to get through the pictures, but I was squirming by the time we were finished. Even Terri noticed.
“You okay? You look flushed.”
“I’m fine,” I answered. “Just excited.”
“I don’t blame you. It’s going to be great tonight.”
“Don’t I know it!”
I laughed to myself because she was missing my double entendres.
Pearce and I were in the limo and he told the limo driver to take a little spin.
“Sweetheart,” he began, his voice full and hoarse, “Do you think you can sit on my lap without damaging your dress?”
“I’ll try anything.”
“Panties?”
“You’ll have to find out for yourself,” I said with a wink.
He did and we had a pre-reception party of our own. Thankfully,
the limo had tinted windows and a partition between the back and the front. I’m not sure if it was soundproof, but I threw all caution aside. It was our wedding day, dammit.
Dress was fine, lipstick wiped off of Pearce and reapplied to my lips, nose powdered and everything was in perfect order when we climbed out of the limo. We had some questioning looks, which we totally ignored. Hors d’oeuvres were being passed around and tables of them were set up everywhere. Champagne was being handed out on trays, as well as red and white wine. There were also several open bars available for non-wine drinkers.
Pearce and I didn’t want a seated dinner. We both felt it made the evening too stifled. We wanted lots of music and dancing and more time to visit with everyone. So after the hors d’oeuvres course, the tables were laden with all sorts of things like lobster tails and king crab legs. Filet mignon, shrimp and grits, grilled salmon on a plank and pork tenderloin were also served. There were a variety of vegetables and salads available along with fruits and cheeses, and she crab soup as well.
Sometime during the night, just like Pearce predicted, Uncle Will came up to us and took credit for the little gem he found in me at MedSoft. But he did tell me that big things were happening there all because of me and I could be expecting another promotion soon.
Pearce and I danced and ate and had the grandest time until Susan pulled me aside and told me it was time to change.
I followed her to a room and put on another outfit. It was another Angel Sanchez dress, but an above the knee, sleeveless navy blue silk. It was dressy but could go either way. I had dark navy Louboutin platform pumps to match.
I walked out of the room and met Pearce. He pulled me into his arms and started kissing me. And kissing me. And kissing me.
“Mmm, Mrs. Middleton. I think I love you.”
“Well, that’s a relief since you just married me!”
“You two better get a move on. The crowd is getting restless.”
I didn’t know what Susan meant until we walked outside. All the guests were lined up with sparklers and bird seed and bubbles and all sorts of stuff.
We said our good-byes to the family and left. Pearce wouldn’t tell me where we were going, and he had Ava and Terri pack for me so I had no idea where our honeymoon was going to be.
We boarded the G5 and it was filled with all sorts of food and drinks. Mitch was there as well as a copilot named Mark and a flight engineer named Ryan. There were also two fight attendants, Roy and Kathie. They were both older than us, maybe in their late forties.
The light bulb fired then. With all these people on board, we must be going somewhere a bit further than an hour or two away.
“Um Pearce, are you going to give me any clues yet?”
“Baby, I’ve been giving you clues all over the place. You just haven’t picked up on them.”
“What do you mean?”
He just smiled. “You tired, hungry or thirsty? Whatever you want, just tell Roy or Kathie and they’ll take care of you.”
“I am a bit tired,” I said.
“As soon as we hit ten thousand feet, we can go to sleep in the cabin. Mitch likes for us to be strapped in until then. Just recline your chair. The feet go up too.”
I did as he suggested and was out. We must have hit some bumps or something because I woke up when my head bobbed.
“Hey, you want to sleep on the bed?”
“Yeah. That sounds great.”
He unbuckled me and I followed him to the back of the cabin. We slipped in between the sheets and I was sleeping again.
Something kept tickling my feet. I’d kick it and there it was back again. In annoyance, I opened my eyes, intending to get rid of the offensive thing that was interrupting my sleep and found it was Pearce, lightly running his fingers up the arch of my foot.
“I thought you were a bug. I was getting ready to squash you,” I said, grumpily.
The covers were thrown off of me and my legs were spread as he started to lick and nip his way up the insides of my inner thighs. A little while later, I’d forgotten I was grumpy, or that he’d awakened me because I’d officially become a member of the mile high club with Pearce Middleton.
We got dressed and headed out into the main cabin when he said, “Now will you please take a good look around you and try to guess where you are going on your honeymoon, Mrs. Middleton?”
The table was set with a plate of cheeses, olives and an antipasto tray. There was San Pelligrino water, a chilled bottle of prosecco and one of pinot grigio. There was a loaf of ciabatta with some olive oil and balsamic vinegar. A menu was on the table that listed chicken marsala and chicken limone as the choices.
“Oh my God! We’re going to Italy!” I launched myself at him and knocked him into a seat. He laughed as he grabbed me.
“It took you long enough. I kept thinking you’d see the Laurie Meyer painting of Cinque Terre I had placed over there,” he said gesturing to his left.
“I totally missed that!”
“Tell me about it! And then you fell asleep like you were in a freakin’ coma. I paced out here for forty-five minutes before I finally went in and woke you up. Damn, you know how to torture a guy. I’ve had this thing planned for months and it’s been killing me not to tell you!”
I laughed and laughed. “Oh my God, Pearce. I can’t believe we’re going to Italy!” It was really sinking in now.
“Yeah, for a month. I’m gonna pay for it when we get back ‘cause I’ll be on call forever but I figured anything less than a month wouldn’t be worth it.”
“Have I told you today that I love you?”
“Um, only twice and that’s not nearly enough. So you’re gonna have to do way better than that.”
“Okay. I love you Pearce Middleton. You know, my life was on the edge of disaster before you walked in, swept me off my feet and changed things forever. I’ll love you till the end.”
“And I’ll love you till the end Alexia.”
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A.M. Hargrove lives in South Carolina with her husband and family. After spending years in the corporate world, she now enjoys writing fiction while she is fully caffeinated. She also thinks coffee and chocolate should be added to the USDA food groups.
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