She turned to find Denise pushing herself up on her elbows, her fatigue still evident from the deep shadows under her eyes. She held her arms out.

“Bring my love to me,” she said.

Samiah carried the baby to her sister’s waiting arms and felt her tears returning as she watched her cradle the nursing baby against her breast. The love on Denise’s face was unlike anything Samiah had ever seen.

Bradley came up behind Samiah, clamping a hand on her shoulder. “I’m going to go downstairs and get something to eat,” he said. “Either of you want anything?” After they both declined, he gave out kisses, first to Samiah, then Denise, then to the top of his newborn’s head.

Once alone, Samiah turned her attention back to her sister and niece.

“She really is the most gorgeous baby I’ve ever seen in all my life,” Samiah said.

“I wholeheartedly agree.” Denise smiled down at the baby.

Perching on the edge of the bed, Samiah patted her knee. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore. But it’s that good kind of sore. The kind of sore you don’t mind.” She looked up at her. “How about you?”

“Sore sorta fits,” Samiah said with a laugh. “But not the good kind.”

“I’m sorry, honey,” Denise said.

Samiah waved off her concern. “I’ll be fine.” She started to rise, but her sister grabbed her wrist.

“No, no, no,” Denise said. “You still owe me the whole story about what happened. And I don’t want to hear any of that ‘I can’t talk about it’ crap.”

“I thought you learned everything you needed to know from Twitter?”

Her sister gave her the stink eye. “You know Twitter doesn’t tell the whole story.”

It had been a week since federal agents stormed the offices of Trendsetters. Samiah had gone upstairs by the time the local reporters from several news stations arrived, but there had been ample activity for them to capture and upload to their Twitter feeds.

She’d managed to fend off Denise’s incessant questions by telling her that employees had been asked not to discuss it, but Samiah knew that excuse would eventually crumble under the pressure of her nosy sister’s badgering.

“Fine.” She rolled her eyes. “What do you want to know?”

“Everything. I want to know all the dirt.”

“No, you don’t.”

Dammit, she’d come here to escape thoughts of what happened last week.

“Everything,” Denise reiterated. “And I’ll know if you’re leaving anything out.”

Samiah dropped her head back and released an exaggerated sigh. Yet once she began her narrative, she found herself sharing everything, including the romance she’d started with Daniel.

“Are you shitting me?”

“Hey, watch that language in front of my niece.”