Dara scrolled through the missed call list on her cellphone. Most of the numbers there were unfamiliar to the young attorney. Still, she had an inkling about what the callers sought.
Initially, Dara had returned a few of the calls. It hadn't taken long to realize that the remainder of the calls she'd missed would undoubtedly be the same; reporters looking for confirmation that the law-abiding Assistant District Attorney had indeed married the lawless mobster.
Dara nearly dropped the cellphone when it began to vibrate. Another caller was trying to make contact – this one, familiar. “Hello. Mrs. Michael Corinthos speaking.”
“I'll never get tired of hearing that,” Sonny laughed from the kitchen doorway. He held a cellphone to his ear. “I think I'll make you say it a few more times tonight.”
“Ha!” Dara cried. “Look.” She made an exaggerated show of pressing the off button. “I'm turning it off.”
Sonny strolled toward his new bride. “That's okay, Counselor. Over the phone was not what I had in mind anyway.”
Dara watched the playful smile flee her husband's face. It was replaced by a very masculine expression full of hunger, possessiveness and danger. “I love ,” Sonny growled, “the way you call my name.” He captured Dara's lips in a wet, deep kiss. Sensuously, almost lazily, his tongue thrust in and out of her mouth. “ That's what I wanted to do when the judge told me to kiss you.”
“Why didn't you?” Dara boldly asked.
“Cause once I start tasting you, Counselor, I can't stop. You know that.” Sonny held Dara close. “Your girls would have seen a hell of a lot more than they bargained for.”
Dara breathed in the male scent of him. “I don't think they would have been fazed,” she laughed. “They're pretty unshakeable.”
Sonny grew serious. “And pretty protective of you. I wasn't sure when you went to break the news earlier that they weren't gonna find a way to convince you not to marry me.”
“They didn't try.” Dara noted her new husband's skepticism. “They didn't! Ellen asked me if I was certain. I was. And that was all they needed to know.” Dara eased out of Sonny's grasp. “Really, Michael.” She slowly turned around so that he could see her dress once again. “Where do you think this beautiful one of a kind designer dress came from? Faith. And these shoes?” She extended one lithe leg so that he could see the shoes she referenced. “Sabrina.”
Sonny cocked his head to one side. “I didn't hear your cousin's name. Didn't she contribute to your wedding wardrobe?”
Dara smiled a knowing smile. “Oh, yes… Ellen most definitely did.” The beautiful barrister turned and began to climb the stairs to their bedroom. “You'll have to remove my wedding dress to find out how.”
The words were barely out of her mouth when Dara felt herself swept up into Sonny's strong arms. “Michael!” she squealed.
“You were moving too slow, Counselor.” Sonny flashed a devilish grin. “I've got a wedding gift to unwrap.”