We'll Be Alright - Discontinued

Chapter Sixteen

Marcy sat up suddenly. "Let's go outside."

"You want to have sex outside?" Sam blushed.

She gave him a look that wasn't a no. "Outside with clothes on."

He pouted.

Her lips curved. "Get up and get dressed."

"You're bossy."

"You've met my sisters..."

He chuckled. "That's not nice."

She pinched his hip. "I'm not nice."

He reached out to tap her chin. "Yes, you are."

She flushed at the completely guileless, convicted way he spoke. "Thank you."

BE

Sam met Marcy at the door. "So where are we going?"

"You'll see." She said mysteriously before leading him to the SUV.

He was shocked when she got in the back. "What are you doing?"

"I don't feel like driving." She patted the seat next to her.

"You-? How-?" He was so confused then nearly fell over when a tall, buff man exited the house and got in the front seat. "Who-?"

"Diaz, meet Sam. Sam, meet Diaz. He can kill you three ways with his thumb. Don't do anything stupid."

Eric Diaz snorted. "She can kill you eight ways with your thumb."

Sam frowned as he settled next to her warily. "Is that true?"

"What's the truth?" She shrugged as she put on her seatbelt.

"The truth." He copied her.

Diaz snickered as he drove out of the garage.

Sam didn't like the sound of that.

Marcy crossed her legs. "Please turn to 107.9."

Diaz turned the station as he pulled out onto the street.

Sam was so confused on what was happening.

She tapped his shoulder when they got to another neighborhood, one a little less opulent. "Look!"

"At what?"

"The houses."

Diaz drove slowly so Sam was able to see every home in his own time. They were beautiful. They weren't as big as her house but they were pretty big and creative.

She smiled at his expression. It was why she'd wanted this.

He gawked at a few houses before turning to her, bemused. "Why did you bring me here? Do you do this often?"

She nodded. "Especially at Christmas time when everyone decorates or Halloween or New Years. I like all art and architecture is living art. Most of the homes in LHA are designed by their owners."

His eyes widened at this information. "What about your house?"

"Umm hmm." She nodded.

"But I thought you moved here after-...?"

Her serene look faded into a lightly pained one. "When we came to America, we settled here. When I got pregnant with the triplets, I was seventeen and I wanted to go to Juilliard. So we went to New York after I had them.

We built our house so we'd have some place to live when we visited our parents. Everyone else had scattered, too and it just made sense.

We already had eight kids and staff so we needed a really big place. We got to designing. It took a while but it was finally finished.