keep the new portion of the will from Samantha forever, just that he needed more time to find a loophole, something, so that he could keep his inheritance and Samantha.
Well, for a year anyway.
Less than twelve months.
Samantha cleared her throat from across the room where she stood leaning against the doorframe.
She'd slipped into a white lace teddy with barely-there panties that covered nearly nothing. Her hair that had been piled high all night fell to her shoulders in a beautiful auburn cloud.
In her hand was an empty condom box. "Please tell me you have more of these?" She waved the box in a circle.
"And here I expected you to be too tired tonight." Him, too, for that matter. But his body sprung to life as she walked toward him, her hips swaying in time to the beat of his heart.
He had stripped to his boxers and Samantha's gaze shifted low. "You're not tired."
She slid a hand up his chest. He sucked in the scent of her skin. Three hundred and sixty five days didn't seem to be enough.
"Besides," she whispered in her deep, sexy, bedroom voice. "We didn't celebrate our real wedding night the way we should have. I think we need to make up for lost time." She tapped the box against his chest. "But we need more of these. When I get back to the States I'll see a doctor, but until then, we need to be careful."
"My suitcase," he told her. "I'll get them." He didn't want to be tempted to take what she didn't freely give, so he walked away, and found a half empty box of contraceptives.
When he returned to his bed, Samantha was already spread over the covers, one knee pulled up in offering. Blake forced thoughts of lawyers, tomorrow, and a year from that day far away while he made love to his wife.
Chapter Ten
After returning to the States, Sam immediately drove to Moonlight to visit Jordan. Guilt over enjoying her time in Europe with Gwen coupled with the excitement over her new life with Blake, knotted her stomach when she walked into Jordan's room. Her sister's strawberry blonde hair was tied back with a scrunchy, her pink cotton shirt sported a stain where some of her lunch missed the mark.
"Hey, hon," Samantha said as she moved to a chair across from where Jordan stared out the window.
Jordan offered a half smile, all she could manage after the stroke. Her eyes lit up with recognition and she lifted her good arm, which Samantha grasped in a tight grip.
"M-Miss you." Jordan's words were slurred.
"I missed you, too." She'd only missed one scheduled visit, but Samantha knew Jordan looked forward to them. It wasn't like her baby sister had a lot in life to pull her out of bed in the morning. "Have you been eating?"
"Yes," she said with her mouth, but her head shook in denial. One of the things that Samantha had learned to do was to read Jordan's body language more than her words. The words didn't come easy, and often didn't match Jordan's thoughts. Facial expressions and gestures were the key to understanding her.
"Do you want to help me with some of this Mongolian Beef? It's from the Golden Wok, your favorite place."
Jordan smiled. "I like there."
"I know. Me, too." Samantha opened a box of takeout and the scent of spicy beef spilled into the air. After fixing a rolling tray in front of her sister and a small plate of food, Samantha pressed a fork into Jordan's hand. Jordan hated to be fed. Even though her sister struggled to get the food in her mouth, she wasn't happy if she didn't do it on her own.
"I-I seen... uhm... I see - " Jordan struggled to find the words.
"You saw who?" Samantha bit into her late lunch, realizing for the first time that she hadn't eaten all day. She and Blake had arrived late the previous evening and slept in. Before lunch, they'd both gone their separate ways, Blake to the office, Samantha to see Jordan. Food didn't even cross her mind. The tantalizing flavors exploded in her mouth and her stomach rumbled with appreciation.
"Mom."
Samantha's fork stalled.
Jordan nodded.
Samantha placed her fork down. "Honey, Mom's been gone for a long time."
Jordan's brow pitched together as if searching for a memory. "At night. Seen her at night."
"In a dream?"
"Yes." Jordan shook her head. "At night."
Now Samantha was confused. Did Jordan see someone who looked like their mother? Maybe a new aide at the