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grinned, cupping a hand over her cheek.  He loved her hair down.  She looked so different than she did at the bowling alley, but she was just as beautiful as ever.  "Sure."
    She turned her head and kissed his fingers.  "We need to go to the reception.  My dad is going to give you the third degree, I'm sure, but you can ignore him if you want."   She looked at him, loving his brown eyes. "What do you do for a living anyway?"
    "I'm a deputy sheriff."
    Her eyes grew wide.  "Wait a minute!  That's why I recognize you.  You pulled Lachele over for stupid driving last night!"  She giggled a little, wondering if he'd realized his future bride was in the truck.
    He nodded.  "Reckless."
    "Well, her reckless driving was stupid.  And that's why she told me my future husband wouldn't mind me drooling over the hot cop that pulled her over, and then laughed like a loon!"  She was so thankful to understand that.  He really wasn't gay! 
    "Hot cop?" he asked with a grin.  He liked the idea that she'd been attracted to him the night before.
    Cissie nodded slowly.  " Very hot cop."  She kissed him again, running her hand over the front of his jacket.  "Can't wait to see all of my hot cop."
    Bob laughed.  He couldn't figure out why he'd been so nervous around her.  His tongue was still thick, though, so he decided not to say anything else.  He didn't want to scare her off yet.  Of course, every word she said turned him on just a little bit more.  It was like she could see what he wanted in a woman, and had the ability to become his dream girl.  It was almost scary.
    Cissie jumped up.  "Let's go to the reception.  The sooner we eat cake, the sooner we can get naked."
    Bob shook his head.  He hadn't expected her to be so eager for her wedding night.  In fact, he hadn't expected her to be willing to do anything yet at all.  He wasn't going to complain though. He'd fantasized about making love to her, and he was ready for it to really happen.
    "No?" she asked, her hands on her hips.  "Are you denying me my conjugal rights?"  He'd better not be denying her anything yet. 
    Bob laughed, pulling her to him for another kiss.  "Never."
    "Glad to hear it.  I'd have to fight you on that one."  She unlocked the door and pulled him out of the room by his hand.  "Oh, hey, Dad.  This is Bob.  I like him."  She almost added that she wanted to jump his bones, but she was certain that was something her father couldn't stand hearing.
    Her dad shook his head.  "Cissie, you're a little too bold sometimes!"
    Cissie just shrugged.  "You've been saying that for years."  She turned to Bob.  "This is my dad.  He's responsible for my name."  She rolled her eyes. 
    "Cissie is a perfectly respectable name!" her dad protested.
    "Maybe it is, until you tell the story of where you got it." 
    Bob watched Cissie glare at her father, obviously waiting for him to tell the story, whatever it was.  It was something they must have done hundreds of times over the years.
    "There's nothing wrong with how you were named."  Her dad looked at Bob.  "She was named after Loretta Lynn's daughter, Cissie Lynn.  We like music in our house."
    Bob nodded.  "I like it." Of course, he liked everything about her, so her name was simply part of the overall package. He put his hand out to shake his new father-in-law's.  "Nice to meet you." 
    "Nice to meet you too.  What do you do for a living, Bob?"
    "He's a deputy sheriff.  He pulled us over while we were out bachelorette partying last night!  Do you believe?"  She giggled.  "I thought he was really cute even then."
    Her father had a new look of respect on his face.  "I feel like I'm leaving her in safe hands then."
    Bob nodded.  "You are, sir."  No one would protect her like he would.  Not even her father.
    Cissie turned to him with a grin, standing on tiptoe to kiss him.  She heard her father sigh.  "I raised her to be less aggressive with men!"
    Bob laughed.  "I like it."  He