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scene as a grin spread across his face. “This might just be the saddest, yet funniest catfight I’ve ever seen.”
    Lucky rolled his eyes as the sheriff shared a chuckle with his deputy before stepping forward to intervene.
    “Stacy Cove, we’ve had a chat about this type of behavior before,” he chided the blonde as he gripped her arm and pushed her back into the waiting deputy’s hold. “Put her in the car, Kyle. Party’s over for this one.”
    “That bitch started it!” Stacy squalled. “Lock her ass up!”
    “First of all, I’m being generous and letting you off,” Roger said, a warning tone in his voice, “and second, I highly doubt Miss May started anything.”
    “Oh, that’s bullshit!”
    “That’s enough, Miss Cove. I can easily tell Kyle to put you in a cell.”
    The wind taken out of Stacy’s sails, she quit resisting the deputy and allowed him to lead her away. Sheriff Mayberry turned around, shaking his head as he observed Cammie still struggling in Lucky’s hold.
    “Fight’s over, girl. Now would be the time to stop swinging before you pull a muscle.”
    Cammie stopped the windmill action, her head jerking up as if coming out of a trance. Feeling the fight drain out of her, Lucky loosened his hold and lowered her to her feet, keeping an arm loose around her waist in case she needed the support. The pretty brunette’s cheeks bloomed with color as she ran her hands down the front of her silky pink dress and patted her hair.
    “I’m…I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into me.”
    Roger nodded. “It’s all right. I don’t know what it is about you Cook County women, but get ya in the vicinity of a wedding and ya’ll turn into hellcats.” He shook his head again and nodded toward Lucky. “Get her home, Lucky, and I’ll see to it Miss Cove gets home, too. I see no reason Kenzie has to know this happened. From her maid of honor, no less,” he muttered as he walked off in the same direction Kyle had taken Stacy.
    Lucky folded his arms, leaned back against the door of his truck and waited for the moment Cammie would turn toward him and explain what in the hell he’d walked in on. He was prepared for a crazy explanation, maybe even the blame given some of the words he’d overheard exchanged between the two and the location of the fight, but he wasn’t prepared for the silent tears streaming down Cammie’s cheeks as she faced him.
    “Don’t tell Kenzie I ruined her wedding.”
    “Aw hell.” Lucky pulled her into an embrace, smelling her sweet strawberry-scented hair as she wept against his chest. “I’m perfectly content to remain the one who ruined it.”
    “You didn’t ruin anything,” she said, her voice muffled against his fancy jacket. “You seem to function surprisingly well as a drunk.”
    He laughed despite the insult. “Well, thanks, darlin’. I suppose I deserve that. Now, let’s get you out of here you little hell raiser.”
    “I’m driving.”
    He arched an eyebrow as he backed up to look down into Cammie’s pink face. “I’m really not that drunk.”
    “Yes you are,” she said, her voice firmer. “And you seriously underestimate me if you think I’m going to allow you to drive out of here.” She held her hand out, palm up. “Give me.”
    He had never taken an order from a woman in his life, but he found himself handing over the keys to his beloved truck as if there was no other option. He opened the driver’s side door and made a sweeping motion with his arm. “Ladies first.”
    Cammie’s red-rimmed eyes opened wide. “I was going to drive you home in my car. You’re actually going to let me drive your truck?”
    Lucky frowned as her words rolled around in his head, and he realized the implication. “I never let anyone drive my truck. Hell, maybe I am wasted.” He shrugged, failing to find the matter important enough to ponder another moment. “Hop on in, Shortie.”
    Cammie looked between him and the truck, then slowly moved toward the