Tall, Dark_.Westmoreland! - Brenda Jackson [51]
“You know what I think?” Reggie whispered to her when they claimed a few moments to be alone.
She glanced up at him. “No, what do you think?”
He smiled. “I think we should go to the Saxon Hotel tonight and celebrate. What do you think?”
She chuckled. “I think, Reggie Westmoreland, that you are a true romantic.”
He pulled her into his arms. “If I am, it’s because I’ve got a good teacher.” And then he sealed his words with a kiss.
Epilogue
T he following month, in a church full of family and friends, newly elected senator Reginald Westmoreland and Olivia Marie Jeffries exchanged vows to become man and wife. Reggie thought Olivia was the most beautiful bride he had ever seen. His mother was crying. The last Atlanta-based Westmoreland was now married.
At the reception, when they made their rounds to speak with everyone, Reggie got to spend time again with his new cousins, the Westmorelands of Denver. Everyone had met and gotten acquainted at the family reunion. Talk about a good time. And it was great knowing there were more Westmorelands out there. Everyone on both sides was looking forward to spending time together, getting to know each other and having family reunions each year.
“I can’t believe how the men in the Westmoreland family favor each other,” Olivia said, glancing across the room at five of Reggie’s cousins from Denver—Jason, Zane, Dillon and the twins, Adrian and Aidan. They were just five of the tons of cousins from Colorado, and she had liked all of them immediately, including the women her age.
Olivia had enjoyed the family reunion and getting to know Reggie’s family. And they had accepted her with open arms. She felt blessed to be a part of the Westmoreland clan.
Later that night Reggie presented his wife with her wedding gift. They had flown to the Caribbean right after the wedding reception to spend a week at the Saxon Hotel that had recently been built in St. Thomas.
“This, sweetheart, is for you,” Reggie said, handing her a sealed envelope. They had just enjoyed dinner in the privacy of their room.
“Thank you,” Olivia said, opening up the envelope. It contained a key. And then she glanced at the card. She suddenly caught her breath and then stared over at Reggie as tears sprang into her eyes. “I don’t believe it.”
“Believe it, darling. You once told me what you wanted, and as your husband, I want to make it happen for you. Years ago I bought the building and when my first partner and I dissolved our business partnership, I kept the building. I think it would be perfect for your art gallery. It’s in a good location.”
She got out of her seat and went around the table to thank Reggie properly. He pulled her into his lap and kissed her with the passion she had gotten used to receiving from him.
“Thank you,” she said through her tears. “I love you.”
“And I love you, my Wonder Woman.”
Reggie gathered her into his arms, and when she leaned up and caught his mouth with hers, he shivered as a profound need rushed through him. This was their wedding night. They were in a Saxon Hotel. And they were in each other’s arms.
Life was wonderful.
ISBN: 978-1-4268-2975-8
TALL, DARK…WESTMORELAND!
Copyright © 2009 by Brenda Streater Jackson
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