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Sean knew that he had never seen his Grandmother Wallace laugh so much, especially during a formal dinner. She started the meal in exceptionally good spirits, and that made her even more susceptible to the humorous tales that Amanda told about her life in Australia, as well as the anecdotes that Ben Evans shared about dumb criminals.
Sean, Kirby, Wendy and Moe also struggled with timing every bite of food or drink of wine to avoid embarrassing themselves by laughing with their mouths full.
In honor of Amanda, Carol Wallace had planned a meal that included roast leg of lamb with a cherry glaze, as well as prime rib and Cornish Game Hens. Several wines from well-known McLaren Vale vineyards were served, including a Shiraz that was bottled exclusively by a Wallace Holdings subsidiary.
Amanda couldn’t express enough how much she appreciated the effort that Carol had put into arranging the meal on such short notice. Sean, Kirby and Wendy were even more impressed with Carol Wallace’s efforts to make Amanda feel welcomed, and they all congratulated her on her planning.
For her part, Carol Wallace glued herself to Amanda, foregoing her spot at the head of the dining table so that she could sit next to Amanda. Kirby was placed at the head of the table, with Wendy around the corner from him and the Evans next to her, across from Sean and Amanda. After the meal was complete, Carol took Amanda’s hand and led her into the solarium before Sean could take his place beside her.
As the other guests joined them in the room, Carol sat on the sofa and indicated for Amanda to sit next to her. Sean was preparing to take a seat on the other side of Amanda when his grandmother spoke.
“Sean, would you please provide us with some entertainment?” Carol lifted a beautifully crafted acoustic guitar and handled it across Amanda to Sean before he had a chance to respond.
Amanda released Sean’s hand that she had been holding after he had sat on the couch, and brought it to her mouth. Her wide-eyed expression, as Sean scooted over to give him space to lay the guitar on his thigh while his left hand moved up the neck, made him smile. He didn’t notice her starting to shake, but Carol did and she placed her arm around Amanda’s shoulder.
Sean glanced at the ceiling as if trying to make a decision before turning his gaze back to Amanda as he started playing. After a brief intro, he began singing the lyrics to the Moody Blues song, “For My Lady”. He had learned it years before, when he had discovered that his father had once dedicated that song to his mother, so Sean wanted to surprise them both with it on their anniversary. Both of his parents had been in tears when he performed it for them that day, but the tears that flowed now from Amanda’s eyes startled Sean. By the time he had finished the song, Amanda was sobbing uncontrollably. She bolted from the couch and ran from the room with Carol in pursuit.
Sean was too stunned to react. He leaned the guitar against the side of the couch and stood looking in the direction that Amanda and Carol had disappeared. No one else in the room said anything as they looked to one another in search of someone with an explanation that none of them had.
Finally, Sean began walking towards the exit that Carol had followed Amanda through, but he had only taken a few steps when Amanda and Carol re-entered the room.
Amanda’s face was expressionless, but Carol’s held a smile. Amanda didn’t say a word as she walked up to Sean, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him as if there was no one else in the room. As she separated from him and pulled back to look into his eyes, Sean could see more love than he thought a person could contain.
“Do you remember our conversation this morning?” Amanda asked.
“Which one?”
“The one where I expressed concerns over how fast things were moving with us.”
“I remember,” said Sean with a tone of uncertainty in his voice.
Amanda kissed him lightly again and said, “I’m sorry I ever doubted us. Thanks for the ‘gravy’.”
Taking Sean’s hand, she led him back to the couch where Carol had resumed her position. Amanda guided Sean to sit next to Carol, and once he was in place, Amanda took his previous spot and pulled the guitar into her lap.
Everyone watched without comment as Amanda positioned the guitar much like Sean had done, and began to play. Her song selection was immediate and moistened the eyes of everyone except Kirby and Ben Evans, but even they would have been hard-pressed to distinguish Amanda’s live performance of “That’s All I Know For Sure” from the Olivia Newton-John version.
When she finished, Amanda ignored Sean’s own amazed expression, stood and pulled him to his feet beside her. She led him over to the piano across the room and encouraged him to sit beside her on the bench. Turning to the others in the room, she said: “Watch this.”
To Sean, she said, “Start playing. Pick any song you want.”
“Do you play the piano too?” Sean asked as he positioned his hands on the keys and his feet on the pedals.
“Just play,” Amanda said.
Accepting her obvious challenge, Sean began playing a Frank Mills composition that his mother had always enjoyed. He hadn’t finished ten notes before Amanda matched him on her side of the keyboard and said, “How did you know that ‘Music Box Dancer’ was one of my mother’s favorite songs?”
“I didn’t,” Sean said, as they finished the song and their audience cheered. “It was one of my Mom’s favorites.”
Amanda leaned over and kissed Sean before saying, “Now it’s my turn.” She began to play a song, and just as she had done with him, Sean quickly recognized “The Last Farewell” by Roger Whittaker and matched her playing note for note, chord for chord.
After they had finished the song and returned to the couch, Amanda thought that the others in the room deserved an explanation.
“As you all know, Sean and I met just yesterday. While I believe we both recognized and accepted the instant bond between us, the logical part of me still questioned how two people who had just met could be as compatible as Sean and I seemed to be for each other. From our last names being the same to us both being orphans who inherited family businesses; the synergism between us continues to startle me, as it did when I learned that we both played the guitar.”
“For every theoretical argument against our instant love, Sean presents more proof to validate it. Even though Sean tried to explain it to me this morning, tonight I truly realize that my life with Sean is going to be a wonderful and exciting exploration of all we shared before we even knew each other. I will revel in anticipation of all the new experiences we will share for the first time together and I have completely dismissed all fears where our love is concerned.”
Turning to look Sean in the eyes, she said “I love you more every minute Sean. Thank you for sharing your life with me.”
Sean leaned over and kissed her on the forehead before responding, “I have no life without you, Amanda.”
Moe, Carol and Wendy were all dabbing tissues against the tears in their eyes as they watched Amanda and Sean professing their love. Ben Evans removed a folded paper from his inside coat pocket and reached across the coffee table presenting it to Amanda.
“Here is the Marriage License we discussed earlier. It’s valid for one year and acceptable for weddings performed in all fifty states, but it will need to be recorded here in Tennessee after the ceremony.”
Amanda took the license, held it against her breast and whispered a faint, “Thank you” to Judge Evans.
Sean reached across to shake Ben’s hand and said, “We won’t need anywhere near a year, will we Amanda.”
Amanda crawled into Sean’s lap without regard for what anyone else thought of her action and replied, “It’s only a formality, but we should get it out of the way as soon as possible.”
Turning to Carol she asked, “Carol, could we hold a reception here a few days after the wedding?”
Turning back to Sean she continued, “That way we could keep the actual ceremony small and confuse fewer people about when our marriage became legal without excluding anyone from the reception.”
Before Sean could answer Carol responded to Amanda’s question, “This is now your house Mrs. Wallace. I would be honored to help you plan any reception you want to hold in your home.”
“And I’ll help,” offered Wendy before even bothering to consult with Kirby, who just laughed and pulled his wife tightly against him as he was nodding.
Finding an opportunity to respond, Sean asked “Is there anyone from Australia that you would want to attend either the wedding or the reception? Allowing them time to make travel arrangements is the only thing I can see that might delay us getting married within the next couple of weeks.”
Amanda replied to Sean, “I would like to invite a few people to the reception, but there’s no one that I need at the wedding itself besides you and me.”
Turning to Carol, Amanda asked, “Carol, would you and Beth agree to stand with me as my Matrons of Honor?”
Carol became too emotional to respond for several minutes. Finally, she nodded and tried to make her words intelligible through her lingering sobs, “I would be so proud to stand with you, Amanda. I would also like to offer you my wedding dress, and I’m certain that Beth will offer you hers as well...”
“That’s very generous of both of you Carol, but I hope you’re not offended if I decline your offers. I still have my mother’s wedding dress which I already made arrangements this afternoon to have sent to me. I would love for both of your dresses to be in my wedding, however. Do you think they would be suitable gowns for you to wear standing beside me? Maybe without the veils and trains?”
“That’s a wonderful idea,” said Moe. Wendy agreed.
“I’m glad you think so,” said Amanda, “because if you two will agree to be brides’ maids for me, I would love for you to wear your wedding dresses as well.”
Mark Morris didn’t wait for Kimberly to get out of the lawyer’s car before he stormed up to the front door of their house and began to unlock the door. She had been yelling at him since they had left the Federal Building, and he wanted nothing more to do with her for the rest of the night if possible.
The four FBI agents who had interviewed them, separately and then together, had focused their questions on the location of Tom Folsom, and what the Morris’ knew about some smuggling of young girls into the country. Mark and Kimberly could honestly answer that they didn’t know the location of Tom Folsom and that they did not know about any human trafficking.
The consistency of their responses, along with the continued and escalating threats from the lawyer that DeMarcus Steele had arranged for them, finally convinced the FBI agents to let them go home for the evening as long as they would agree to return to the Federal Building the following morning, and submit to polygraph examinations.
Entering the foyer of their house, Mark left the front door open for Kimberly and tossed his keys onto the small table next to the upright coat rack. He had just removed his suit jacket when he heard Kimberly close the front door and resume her tirade, so he didn’t hesitate to hang his coat, but carried it with him into the living room where he intended to visit the bar and pour himself a drink.
He pulled up short when he saw that they had guests. Following on his heels, Kimberly was still spewing invectives at Mark, when she too recognized that they were not alone in the house. She fell silent as she and Mark both just stared at the four men positioned around the room with three of them pointing automatic weapons at them.
Tom Folsom had never seen DeMarcus Steele this insanely angry, and never angry for this long.
DeMarcus had originally been pissed that the bus carrying the girls from the hotel had been lost while in route to their new destination, but then he had been elated when he had received an update from that punk Minor Ellis informing him that his gang had found Sean Wallace’s cabin down in Seminole County, and that they had captured a white woman who had been hiding there.
DeMarcus had been indifferent about the news of Gideon James being killed and then both cabins being burnt to the ground, but his excitement about the white woman kept building for the three hours it took for Minor Ellis to arrive at the safe house outside Macon.
As soon as he heard the white woman’s voice, I-Bar’s mood started darkening and his anger seemed to feed on itself as he discovered that not only was his hope that Minor Ellis was bringing him Amanda Wallace dashed, he then learned that the backwater idiot had brought a fucking Federal agent right to his own safe house.
The only thing that saved Minor Ellis from almost certain death was I-Bar’s recognition of who his father was. Two of Minor’s associates didn’t share the same level of paternal protection, and didn’t have the sense to keep their mouths shut when I-Bar started screaming at all of them over their stupidity. I-Bar didn’t hesitate to pop each of them with his own gun, quickly placing a single bullet into one forehead and then the other before anyone could react.
Minor Ellis and Rhino each made a move for their guns, but the barrels of nine millimeters against their temples, courtesy of Q-Tip and Splint, halted their efforts to respond. The rest of Minor’s gang were too young and inexperienced to put up a challenge against the street-hardened killers at I-Bar’s service, so they meekly surrendered their weapons and returned to the vehicles that had brought them, taking the bodies of their fallen along.
Folsom had stayed out of the way as much as possible over the past four hours as I-Bar screamed at anyone in proximity to him as another angry thought entered his mind. The woman still had the garbage bag over her head as she sat on the deck with her hands tied to the railing.
I-Bar and everyone else had been careful not to say anything around her that would divulge their names, location, or any other details that could be used against them should the woman eventually be released. She appeared to be sleeping at the moment, but Folsom knew that she would not be allowed to do so for long.
I-Bar hadn’t started in on her yet due to his vacillating over the fact that she was a Fed, but that didn’t stop him from inflicting minor humiliations when the opportunities presented themselves. After being tied to the railing for almost three hours, the woman could no longer avoid her body’s demands and she had released her bladder where she sat. Her jean-clad legs and underwear had soaked up a lot, but there was an obvious puddle spreading around her on the deck.
I-Bar had personally turned the water hose on her, drenching her from head to foot as he washed her urine off her and the deck. Her damp clothes were not allowed to dry after that. I-Bar made certain that as soon as her body stopped dripping water from the last soaking, she would get hit with the cold water from the hose again.
The evening temperatures had been in the sixties, so there was no chance of hypothermia, but the chill of the water and the cooling breeze on her wet clothes kept the woman shivering where she sat. Even now, Folsom could still see the occasional shiver emanating from her wet body as he stood in the kitchen at the window that faced the back deck.
I-Bar came into the kitchen with Splint and Q-Tip in tow. DeMarcus pointed to the table, and Folsom understood that to mean that I-Bar wanted him to take a seat. Folsom sat in one of two chairs along one edge of the table while DeMarcus took his normal position at the head of the table. Q-Tip stood behind I-Bar while Splint went to the sink behind Folsom and turned the water on.
Folsom glanced over his shoulder at Splint to see him washing something in the sink, but he couldn’t determine what it was from this angle.
DeMarcus spoke to get Folsom’s attention back on him, “You got any suggestions on what I should do with that bitch out there?”
“Do you even know who she is or what she was doing at Wallace’s cabin?” Folsom asked.
DeMarcus nodded and answered, “Her name is Michelle Anderson. She’s a senior agent with Immigration and Customs Enforcement, and apparently, she is in charge of the investigation into my shipment of girls. Don’t know why she was at Wallace’s cabin though, but it nails down the fact that Wallace is involved and probably has my shipment hidden away somewhere.”
“Do you think she might know where the girls are?” Folsom asked.
“I’m sure that she knows, and probably a whole lot more. The issue is how do we get her to tell us what she knows? There’s going to be enough heat coming down because of Minor bringing her to me, now I have to figure out how to get that cooled down without causing more heat in the process. Offing a Fed is serious shit.”
“Without question,” agreed Folsom. “She’s only seen Minor and his gang, so you could probably safely assume that they would take the fall for abducting her. We need to find someone else to pin her interrogation, torture, and eventual death on that leaves you in the clear.”
“That’s what Q-Tip and Splint came up with too,” DeMarcus said. “I guess if you are all in agreement on it, I should trust your opinions and go with it.”
Folsom saw Q-Tip step slightly back from I-Bar so that he was no longer directly behind him. What he didn’t see was Splint placing Michelle Anderson’s gun behind his head. Folsom saw the bullet dent the stainless-steel door of the refrigerator, followed immediately by the blood splatter before he heard the shot in his ears. He heard and saw nothing more.
I-Bar looked down at the front of his shirt to make certain that none of Folsom’s blood or brain matter had landed on him before standing up and addressing his men.
“You know what to do. I’ll be waiting for you at the house. Make certain that you mind what you say when there’s any chance the bitch might hear you. I don’t want to lose any more friends today.”
Amanda was once again amazed at how Sean’s rock-hard body felt so soft and warm when pressed against her own. After her orgasm had subsided, she had collapsed with Sean still captured inside her.
Even now, as they spooned together with her back to his front, his firmness remained embedded and she would occasionally manipulate her muscles to squeeze him and hopefully keep him excited until they had recovered enough to continue. She knew that it was her own recovery that they were waiting for, since Sean had more stamina than any human that Amanda had ever known.
She had an instinctive feeling that Sean would try to get her to accept sleep over more sex, so she was formulating her strategy to counter his suggestion.
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