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The cameras zoomed in on Jake and Dominique, as he sealed their engagement with a longer, scorching kiss. Justin jumped up and down. The crowd went wild. “Love in play!” somebody shouted. The chant was picked up by those in their section and before long, almost sixty-three thousand fans were chanting: “Love in play, love in play!”
The lopsided grin that his mother loved spread across Justin’s face. Dominique leaned over and hugged him. “I’m glad you said yes, Mom.”
Dominique laughed at how Justin emphasized the correct pronunciation. “Yeah,” she answered with a wink, hugging him again. “Me too.”
That night, as they lay in each other’s arms after a round of slow, tantalizing lovemaking, Dominique and Jake recounted their journey, the ups and the downs, and how both looked forward to a future together.
“Do you want children?” Dominique asked. “You know I’m almost forty years old.”
“It would be kinda nice to have a daughter to go along with our son,” Jake answered.
Our son. Dominique liked the sound of that. It had been made clear that while Leland Clark was the biological father, Jake fully intended to serve as Justin’s full-time dad. “You know what, baby?”
“Hum.”
“I agree with that announcer. I think today’s was one of the best plays you ever made.”
“Without a doubt,” Jake responded, wrapping his arms around Dominique. “Now aren’t you glad we decided to get back in the game?”
“Absolutely,” Dominique replied, as Jake ran a hand down to her backside and gave it a squeeze. “I especially like those touchdowns.”
“That’s good,” Jake replied, as his hand ran along Dominique’s hip, settled in between her thighs, and dipped inside her satin pj’s. “Because I’m getting ready to score again.”
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The police! Eden Anderson’s heart leaped into her throat as she pulled behind the police cruiser parked in front of her brother’s Baldwin Hills residence in Southern California. “What’s going on, Michael?” she whispered as she fumbled with her seatbelt, then the lock button, before scrambling out of her packed Acura SUV and rushing to the front door. Her concern had been growing for the past three days—ever since her phone calls and e-mails to her older brother had gone unreturned.