Authors: Gwyneth Bolton
Tags: #Fiction, #Romance, #Contemporary, #African American
M
aritza took a deep breath as she gazed down the aisle at her brothers and the Hightower brothers all dressed in their black tuxedos and looking seven kinds of fine. Penny and the rest of the Hightower wives were already down there with three of her former assistants—the ones who’d left for personal reasons, not because they hated her.
She made a mental note to definitely get some more women friends. It was really a damn shame that she had to bother women who used to work for her to be bridesmaids in her wedding.
She took a deep breath.
She was getting married. Finally going public, as public as it could possibly get.
No one was going to break this up.
“He’s a good man,
niña bonita.
You picked the right one. He loves you and he’s the only guy you’ve ever brought around us that I feel okay with trusting to take care of my baby girl.” Her father squeezed her hand and smiled at her.
“You’re right, Papi. He’s the one. No one else would have loved me through all my issues, huh?” She squeezed his hand back as they started walking together toward her destiny.
She kept her eyes on the prize. She kept her eyes on Terrill. Her man was down that aisle, looking at her with his steady calm gaze.
She had picked the right one.
She walked straight ahead. Nothing was going to stand in her way.
Terrill couldn’t take his eyes off of Maritza as she glided toward him. He could officially say that he had never seen anyone more beautiful.
“I’ve got you now, babe. And I am never letting you go.” Terrill whispered the words to her and hoped that no one else heard him.
The minister cleared his throat. “I don’t know about that, young man. It seems I have some business to take care of first before you can truly say that. So let’s get started, shall we?”
The folks in the church started laughing and so did Maritza.
“I’m going to have fun reminding you that you said that when I start getting on your nerves,” she teased.
If he didn’t think the minister would have had a problem with it, he would have kissed his bride then and there.
But he figured he had waited this long to have the woman of his dreams, so he could wait a few minutes longer. The important thing was that she was his now and everyone knew it.
They were finally ready for love.
ISBN: 978-1-4592-1577-1
READY FOR LOVE
Copyright © 2011 by Gwendolyn D. Pough
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