Zahra didn’t know what was up when her wedding planner directed her into a chair placed in the middle of the dance floor. Several seconds later, Gregor and all of his groomsmen appeared, forming a line in front of her.
“What’s going on?” she asked no one in particular.
When Marvin Gaye’s “Pride and Joy” started to play, Gregor stepped out from the formation and started to lip-sync the lyrics, his groomsmen serving as background singers. The room erupted in cheers. Zahra cupped her hands over her mouth in disbelief and smiled so wide her cheeks hurt.
These burly men, fresh off a Super Bowl win, moving in synced perfection, was a sight to see. Clearly, they’d had a great deal of choreography. But when?
When the song got to the line where Marvin sings he worked seven days a week to give his woman all his money, Gregor and the guys formed a circle around her, reached into their pockets, pulled out wads of cash and showered her with hundred-dollar bills.
The room went bonkers.
A couple of minutes later, the music faded, and Gregor extended his hands toward her. When she took his hands, he helped her to her feet, then pulled her into his arms. Their first dance song, Stevie Wonder’s “Ribbon in the Sky,” began to play. They swayed back and forth, staring deep into each other’s eyes.
“That was beautiful,” she said.
He kissed her gently. “You’re beautiful.” He kissed her again. “This is the second-best night of my life,” he said.
“What was the first?” Zahra assumed it was signing his first NFL contract.
“Meeting you a second time.” He shook his head. “I fall in love with you over and over again every second. How is that even possible? I owe Leona.”
Zahra smiled as she recalled how Leona had confessed that the Lake Lamont mix-up had not been by error. Unbeknownst to her husband, Thad, she’d orchestrated the entire thing after overhearing him planning for Gregor’s arrival at the house. Yeah, she owed her meddling agent, too.
“Mrs. Carter,” Gregor said.
His words pulled her back to reality. “I love the sound of that,” she said.
“So do I.” He rested his forehead against hers. “No one has ever loved me the way you do. I wish you could read my mind, so you could see how much I love you.”
“I don’t need to read your mind. I already know how much you love me,” she said.
“How?”
Zahra smiled. “You made me Zahra freaking Carter. And I’ll wear the title like a badge of honor. This is our story, our happily-ever-after, and it’s written with love.”
Keep reading for an excerpt from Forever Mine by Donna Hill.
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