Pat Simmons - Sandra Nicholson Backstory to the Confession

Sandra Nicholson

(Backstory)

By

Pat Simmons

Copyright 2015 Pat Simmons

This is a work of fiction. References to real events, organizations, and places are used in a fictional context. Any resemblances to actual people, living or dead are entirely coincidental. To read more books by this author, please visit www.patsimmons.net.

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Note to readers:

K IDD AND ACE JAMIESONS mother, Sandra Nicholson, was first introduced in Book I of the Jamieson legacy, Guilty by Association , Kidds redemption story as he accepted that a name doesnt make the man, but rather it was up to the man to make a name for himself. In The Guilt Trip , Sandra had to step back and allow God to lead her misguided younger son, Ace, toward his salvation. After accepting that he was about to become a father, Ace knew taking responsibility was no longer optional.

Sandra made a graceful entrance down the aisle in Free from Guilt as the mother of the groom when Ace and Talise Rogers tied the knot. She had given up hope that she would ever be a bride .

Sandra made good and bad choices throughout the years, but the best one was giving her life to Christ when her sons were small and to rearing them up in the best Christian way she knew. That was thirty-something years ago and Sandra evolved from a young single mother of two rambunctious boys to a godly woman seasoned with wisdom. Despite the challenges and trials of rearing two strong-willed personalities, Sandra maintained her sanity through the grace of God, which kept gray strands at bay.

It was because of her sweet spirit, the epitome of a redeemed woman in Christ, that many of you wanted to know how Sandra fell hard for Kidd and Aces father, Samuel Jamieson. So here you go, Sandra Nicholsons prequel to The Confession . The backdrop is the East Coast in the early 1980s, where she met her first and only love. While this is only a glimpse into her past. See who God has waiting for her.

Enjoy!

Prologue

S ANDRA NICHOLSONS good mood soured as she was about to step outside T.G.I. Fridays and head back to her hotel. She had spent the day exploring New York City under sunny skies and a cool breeze. Now, she was witnessing angry clouds and a downpour. The forecasters minuscule prediction of rain was an understatement. Sandra fingered her long hair. Her curls wouldnt survive a few drops, and she had to look her best in the morning for an interview.

Is everything all right? A deep voice came from behind her, reminding her that she was blocking the exit.

Sandra reluctantly stepped to the side and griped under her breath, I would be better without the rain, or if I had my umbrella.

A man came around and stood in front of her, then began to shake off his jacket, exposing biceps worth ogling.

Sandra didnt know what caught her attention more: the chivalry or the man who would make a woman stop breathing if he promised to administer CPR. Her lips puckered, then she waited for her words to catch up with her thoughts. No, no. Thats okay. I can wait it out.

The dimpled smile did her inor was it the clearest light brown eyes against dark chocolate skin she had ever seen?

I insist. He chuckled and used his jacket to make a canopy over her head. I dont have any sisters, but I know women and their hair. Before she could protest, he stepped from under the awning and into the rain, where he was drenched within seconds. He shrugged, as if to say it wasnt a big deal. How far do you have to go?

Stunned by his actions, Sandra hesitantly joined him on the sidewalk. My hotel is right down the street.

Come on. Ill walk you. Planting his hand on her back, he nudged her forward.

The walk was more like a sprint as he weaved her around other sensible pedestrians with umbrellas. Sandra began to pant, not because she was out of shape, but because the obstacle course was adding to her frenzy. Trying to stay cute in the rain wasnt easy.

This isnt a walk. She giggled.

He laughed back. In case your pretty eyes didnt notice, its raining. Im Samuel Jamieson, by the way.

Im Sandra Nicholson, she said as they rushed ahead to catch the green light and cross West 33rd Street toward 7th Avenue. He literally lifted her off the curb to keep her from stepping in a puddle of water. In a split second, she knew how Lois Lane felt being swept off her feet by Superman.

With Hotel Pennsylvania in sight, Sandra scurried toward the entrance. This is me. Under the awning, Sandra removed his jacket from her hair. She examined the beating it took on her behalf. Bashful, she offered a smile and handed it back to him. Sorry. Its just as soaked as you are.

Samuel smirked as he stared at her, making Sandra feel self-conscious about her appearance as she fingered her locks. And youre not, so it was my pleasure.

Her hair had been spared major damage as she hoped, but the hem of her pants was saturated. Thank you. She couldnt help but catalog his handsomenesssmooth skin that taunted her to touch, a well-trimmed mustache and silky eyebrowsand no wedding ring. His ruggedness was alluring, but she forced herself to break the trance he had pulled her into.

Ah... She paused as the rain pounded the sidewalk around them. Want to wait in the lobby a while? Im sure the front desk will give me some towels for you to dry off, she offered, but she doubted anything but a clothes dryer would help.

He grinned, showcasing gleaming white teeth, then released a hearty laugh. Im sure Im beyond repair, but I wouldnt mind knowing more about the princess I rescued.

She led the way, smiling. The only man who called her a princess was her fatheras an only child, she was a daddys girl. As they sat in the vacant lobby, Sandra did her best to hide her amusement. The wetness seemed to make his movements stiff as his biceps and thighs stretched the fabric of his clothes. Poor thing. He looked uncomfortable as he folded his hands and leaned forward.

So, Miss Nicholson, what brings you to New York? he asked, breaking into her reverie.

A summer internship. Well, actually, Im interviewing for the position. She explained that she was a junior at Bay State College in Boston. This time next year, Ill have my bachelors in fashion merchandising, and I hope to relocate to New York, where the excitement is... She rambled on about Fashion Week and the celebrities who attended, the crazy number of fabric shops in the garment district, and her desire to make her mark in the industry.