Free Joy by Victoria Christopher Murray Page A

as much to himself as her. “I couldn't see beyond the next foster home. But I knew one day things would be different.” He was quiet for a moment, and she felt his arms tighten around her. “That's why I thank God for you, Anya. We are going to have the family I never had.”
    His hands were clasped around her middle and she lifted them to her lips. But still, she remained quiet, letting Braxton reflect on all he'd accomplished. After a few minutes, she said, “I am so proud of you.”
    He kissed the top of her head. “Thank you.”
    For the next hour, they chatted, making wedding plans and enjoying the starlight twinkling on the sea.
    At exactly seven o'clock, the captain led them to the dining room. The mahogany-paneled chamber was lit by candlelight. The table, designed to seat twelve, had been set with Waterford crystal and silver cutlery. After blessing the food, Braxton motioned to the waiter.
    They began with lobster bisque so smooth, it barely touched Anya's tongue before it slid down her throat. A crabmeat cannelloni followed, then roast duck with wild rice for the main course. The waiters hovered nearby, though out of sight—until Anya or Braxton's plate was empty or a glass only half-filled. By the time they were shown the dessert tray, Anya was sure she'd burst from just looking. But Braxton chose the double-chocolate mousse cake.
    After dinner, Anya and Braxton roamed through the yacht, revisiting every room. They finally settled on the aft deck, where they sat in a full-sized leather-cushioned deck chair and enjoyed the peace of the cool winter night.
    “Braxton, I have had an incredible time.”
    He caressed her hands. “It's not over yet.”
    The sliding glass doors opened and a waiter stepped onto the deck, balancing china on a silver tray. Braxton took one of the steaming cups and gingerly passed it to Anya. She wrapped her hands around its smooth warmth, savoring the sweet pungent aroma of the hot apple cider. The rising vapor flitted over her, forming a slight mist that felt wonderful against the sea air. She took tiny sips, relishing each one.
    “Will there be anything else, Mr. Vance?”
    Braxton turned to Anya and she shook her head. “No thank you.” The waiter disappeared into the cabin.
    Holding the cup carefully, Anya leaned back into Braxton. He tightened his arms around her and snuggled against her coat. “Are you sure you don't want to go inside?” he asked.
    “I know it's cold, but it's so beautiful out here. I'm fine if you are.
    “Well, this night is for you, so whatever you want.”
    They sat silently, as shades of darkness rolled past. The ocean's wind whirled around them.
    “Braxton, I can't remember when I've had a better time. I don't want tonight to end.”
    As if on cue, the nocturnal air was suddenly filled with a soft melodic sound.
    I thought that I was through, trying to find someone exciting and new…
    Anya sat up and looked around the deck. “What's that?”
    Braxton stood and took Anya's hands, lifting her. He snuggled her against his chest. “That's for you. Something I want you to listen to.”
    You taught me how to love.
    Showed me how simple things could mean so much …
    “Who's singing?” Anya asked. “It sounds like Phyllis Hyman.”
    “That's Dawnn Lewis.”
    “She's not a singer, she's an actress.”
    “Don't tell her that. Ssshhh now, I want you to hear all the words.”
    I'd cry, I'd cry if you left my side
    I place no one above you …
    My love … is so good to me
    It's your love I need
    The music continued, but Braxton pulled back slightly.
    “I'm supposed to be so good with words. But when it comes to telling you how I feel … sometimes that's difficult. This song—this is what I want you to know. I feel so blessed to have you in my life. I will always love you.”
    She was full with emotion and this time, she pulled him close.
    As the
Obsession
coasted past the southern California beach cities, the words of the song continued to replay