Mischief and the Masters (Masters of the Shadowlands Book 12) by Cherise Sinclair

Author:Cherise Sinclair [Sinclair, Cherise]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotic, Romance, Contemporary, Erotica, BDSM, Fiction
ISBN: 9780997552942
Publisher: VanScoy Publishing Group
Published: 2016-11-14T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

On Sunday, Uzuri paid off the taxi driver and hurried up the sidewalk toward the Catholic Church. Entering, she paused to dip her fingers in the font and crossed herself before walking across the vestibule. Enjoying how the tall arched stained glass windows glowed in the late afternoon sun, she took a slow breath. Older cathedrals had their own fragrance—candles and incense and flowers and perhaps even the perfume of generations of prayers.

As she crossed the room, Holt spotted her and walked over, bending down to kiss her cheek. “You’re late, sweetie.”

This wasn’t the time to explain. “You know, you look great.” All of the Shadowlands Masters who weren’t groomsmen were ushering and doing anything else needed—and they’d dressed for the duty. She certainly wasn’t going to complain. “You should wear a tux more often.”

His “I don’t think so,” was accompanied by a no-way-in-hell expression. “But you look fantastic.”

“Thank you.” With a pleased smile, she smoothed her tea-length, sleeveless pale blue dress. A lacy shrug covered her bare arms and cleavage-displaying scoop neck so she could wear it in church. With a resigned sigh, she’d passed over her fuck-me stilettoes for more modestly heeled blue and beige sandals. She did look good—and her dress was perfect for the reception to come.

“C’mon, let’s get you seated before it’s too late.” Holt tucked her hand in his elbow and escorted her down the aisle.

An amazing number of people were in the nave. Despite the immense size of the church, Andrea and Cullen’s families and friends had managed to fill the place.

To her surprise, Holt walked right to the second row on the bride’s side before motioning her in. “Andrea reserved these two rows for you guys.”

The pew was filled with all Uzuri’s friends, and she felt the sting of tears with the quiet cheering at her appearance.

After a second, she realized the second and third rows were mostly Shadowlands people. The bridesmaids, Jessica, Kari, Beth, and Sally weren’t there, of course, as they were up dressing the bride along with a wealth of Andrea’s relatives.

Andrea had a huge Hispanic family; Cullen a huge Chicago-Irish one. After much discussion of how to choose between brothers, cousins, and best friends, the two had selected their bridesmaids and groomsmen from the Shadowlands members who had helped bring them together. Or, as Cullen said with his booming laugh, had helped bring them back together again.

Smiling, Uzuri gave a general wave to everyone. Gabi and Kim, Linda, Rainie, Dara, Austin, Maxie, Cat. Andrea’s buddy, Antonio, was sitting with his boyfriend. Mistress Anne was with Ben. Olivia had brought her newest interest. So many people.

As Holt headed back down the aisle, Kim took Uzuri’s hand and pulled her in. “Where have you been? We’ve all been calling you.”

“I’m sorry about not answering the messages. There was a…problem.” Uzuri sat, belatedly realizing her tone had come out too unhappy.

“What do you mean a problem?” Kim grabbed her shoulders. “What happened? Are you all right?”

On Kim’s other side, Gabi and Linda leaned forward with worried frowns.

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