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husband.
    "And a great lover too, I take it," Samara said with a grin.
    Cindy blushed.  "No comment."
    Lachele leaned forward to talk to Cindy.  "How's Cissie doing?  Is she nervous?"
    Cindy shook her head.  "It's amazing.  She was getting mad at the world, and you called and said the wedding was happening, and suddenly she was the happiest woman alive.  No nerves, just pure excitement."
    Lachele smiled.  "Great.  He's going to be good for her."
    "I hope so.  She's a sweet, loving woman.  She needs someone who can match her excitement about life."
     
    *****
     
    Bob had to pull a double shift on Friday to get the sheriff to agree to let him off for a week for his honeymoon.  Not that he planned to go anywhere, but he wanted time off for assorted newlywed activities. 
    Unfortunately, that meant he was on traffic duty that night.  He hated Friday night traffic duty, because it always meant one thing.  Drunk drivers. 
    He still was having a hard time believing he was going to get to marry the girl of his dreams.  He just hoped it didn't come back to bite him in the butt the way he'd gone about it.  Truly, he knew he should have found some way to approach her, but hopefully she'd understand when she found out and let it slide.
    He was pulled off to the side of the road, his radar gun pointed toward the two lane highway between Shady Hills and Blevins.  He saw a Yukon weaving from one lane to the other, and turned on his lights, pulling out behind it.  Obviously a drunk driver. He hated traffic duty, but he told himself it was worth the honeymoon time as he pulled over to the side of the road behind the SUV.
    He had his hand on the gun at his side when he walked up beside the car.  The woman had already rolled her window down.  His eyes widened as he realized it was Lachele, and Cissie was in the back of the car.  Holy cow.  How was he supposed to do his job with Cissie looking at him from the backseat, her eyes wide, a huge grin on her face.  She obviously thought it was amusing Lachele had been pulled over.
    Lachele jumped out of the truck, running around behind it with him.  Normally, he'd have stopped her, but the situation was strange. 
    When they reached the back of the vehicle he frowned at her.  "Have you been drinking?"  He could think of no other reason for the woman to have been weaving in and out of the lanes as she was. 
    Lachele laughed.  "Sure.  I've had four Cokes with extra ice.  Bachelorette parties make me thirsty!"
    Bob frowned, looking toward the truck.  "People drink at bachelorette parties."  What had they done?  He hoped Cissie hadn't been forced into the type of debauched activities he'd read about happening at bachelorette parties.
    "Not at this one!  Really, we only had soft drinks."  She shrugged as if she didn't care if he believed her.
    "Are you willing to take a breathalyzer?"  He didn't want to give her a ticket.  What if she told Cissie that she'd set everything up, and Cissie refused to marry him as a result?  He didn't think she would do it, but he didn't really know her either.
    "Yip.  Of course, I am!  I wouldn't drink and drive, Deputy Bob."
    Bob frowned.  "Deputy Bob?  You make me sound like a bad cartoon character."  He certainly hoped that name never caught on.
    Lachele's laugh filled up the night.  "Get the breathalyzer out so we can be on our merry way."
    "You were driving recklessly no matter what your intoxication level is.  I don't want you driving any more tonight."  Or with Cissie in your vehicle ever again.
    "Oh, that?  I was telling one of my stories, and I got to giggling, and then we were all laughing.  I just swerved a little, and I didn't hit anyone."  She shrugged.  "I haven't hit anyone in over a month!"
    "A month?"  Bob felt his eyelid twitching a bit.  "Do you hit people often?"  What had Cissie been thinking getting into a vehicle with this crazed woman?  He was going to have to take her to task as soon as they