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been a fun story." 
    Bob looked down at her, blushing.  What was it about this woman that made him blush every time she got close?  His tongue felt thick in his mouth, and he knew he couldn't continue his story. 
    Cissie stood on tiptoe and kissed him, her tongue quickly reaching out to rub his.  "You're some kisser, Deputy Bob," she whispered before disappearing again.
    As she walked away his friend, Dave, started laughing.  "You've got it bad.  One word from her and you're blushing like a girl!"
    Bob glared at Dave.  "I could still take you down, so don't push your luck."  They both knew he spent a lot more time at the gym keeping in shape than Dave did, and he knew Dave would back down.
    They all laughed, but Bob knew it was good-natured.  Hopefully by the time he went back to work in a week, they'd have made love enough that he didn't act so silly every time she came around.
    Cissie rushed over to where her mother was putting out plates.  "Are you just about ready to cut the cake?" she asked.  "You don't have to do it yet, but from the way you two were just kissing, it looks like he's going to want to leave as soon as possible."
    "He's not the only one," Cissie muttered, thankful it was her mother making the observation and not her dad.
    Her mom shook her head.  "Well, run over and get him, and you two can cut the cake.  I think you need to stay for at least the first five dances before you two take off.  Where are you going to be tonight?"
    "His house.  He's a cop over in Shady Hills." 
    "Oh, I'm so glad to hear that.  Your father won't worry nearly as much knowing he carries a gun."
    Cissie shrugged.  "Dad seems to like him."  She looked over at Bob and saw him watching her again.  She already felt like there was something special between them, and she meant for that to be a self-fulfilling prophecy.  She and Deputy Bob were going to have a wonderful time!  "I'm going to go get him."
    She hurried across the room and grabbed Bob's hand.  "Sorry to drag him away, but my mother says it's time to cut the cake."  She knew she should meet his friends, but right then all she could think about was going through the reception rituals so she could get it over with, and they could move on to the exciting part of the program—the wedding night.
    As they walked back toward the table where her mother had the cake set up, she whispered, "None of this shoving cake in each other's faces.  I spent way too much on this dress for me to be willing to ruin it with stupidity."  She wanted to save it for someone else to wear.  If they never had a daughter, then one of Cindy's girls.  She was sure her friend would have a half-dozen kids. 
    "Okay," he said, blushing again.  She was about to eat from his fingers.  His heart was pounding madly at the mere idea.  Why did everything about her seem so sexual to him?
    They got to the table and she looked at her mother.  "Mom, this is Bob.  Bob, this is my mom."
    Bob smiled at his new mother-in-law.  "Nice to meet you."
    Mrs. Rivers smiled back.  "Nice to meet you, too.  Be good to her, and you'll never have problems with her father and me."
    He nodded.  "Yes, ma'am.  I'll treat her like the precious woman she is."
    "That's all we ask."  She handed Cissie the cake knife.  "People are gathering and the photographer is ready."
    Cissie looked at Bob.  "You have long arms.  Just stand behind me and hold the weapon of cake destruction with both hands over mine."
    "The weapon of cake destruction?"  Bob grinned, liking the idea of that.  He had to press up against her back completely as he wrapped his arms around her, his hands over hers.  "Like this?" he asked, brushing a kiss against her neck.
    It was all Cissie could do not to wiggle against him, but she really didn't think that would be playing fair.  "Just like that.  Ready?"
    "Oh, yeah."
    Cissie got the feeling he wasn't talking about being ready to cut the cake, and she knew she wasn't.  It was nice to