A Darker Justice
Chapter One
Deckard Hills Country Club
Atlanta, Georgia
December 23
"Come on, Mary. You haven't danced with me in years." With a broad
grin, Wyatt Prentiss held out his hand. Behind him, the Darktown
Strutters Jazz Machine launched into a sinuous version of "Brazil,"
a trio of trombones keeping the hot, pulsating rhythm at a slow
boil.
Mary Crow smiled. How could she refuse? The Strutters were Atlanta's
most seductive band - when they played, everyone not confined to a
wheelchair jumped to their feet and moved to the beat. She grabbed
Wyatt's hand and together they rode the music like a wave, gliding
across the floor, holding each other tight.
"Who'd have thought anybody would get married the day before
Christmas Eve?" Wyatt turned Mary in a tight, sexy circle that
brought the bride and groom into her view. Mary's oldest and dearest
friend, Alexandria McCrimmon, now Mrs. Charles Ensley Carter, was
dancing with her new husband. Though the Latin music throbbed around
them, they danced their own private sway in the middle of the room,
laughing and kissing at the same time.
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