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hard ridge against her softest parts.
"Oh!" she said, as if just then comprehending. "We could do that!" She pressed her lips to his, thankful he let her toy with him and play with him that way. She couldn't imagine being married to a man who took himself seriously. She rubbed herself against him, and he groaned softly.
"You know, I think we need to adjourn this to the bedroom. It's my turn to be on top." He guided her to her feet before standing up and pulling her against him. "I get turns too!"
She pouted at him. "But I liked being on top."
He scooped her up into his arms and carried her to their bedroom, laying her on the bed. "You'll like this, too," he promised.
*****
At breakfast the next morning, Bob suggested they go ahead and get her things moved into his house, so she would feel more at home. Really, he wanted to be surrounded by her things. He wanted to feel like her presence and very existence was interwoven with his.
Cissie readily agreed. "We should probably see if we can borrow Trey's truck. Trey too for that matter."
"You don't think he'll mind?"
"As long as we don't let Lachele drive it, he won't care at all." She grinned at him.
"Did you know Lachele was a bad driver when you got in a car with her behind the wheel on Friday night?" He'd truly never seen anyone swerve like Lachele had without at least a six pack of beer in their system.
Cissie nodded. "Oh yeah. The stories her husband tells would turn your hair gray. And she backed into a dock with me in the boat when she interviewed me—repeatedly."
Bob blinked a few times, trying to understand her reasoning. "So why did you get in a car with her?"
Cissie shrugged. "I guess I didn't think she'd be that bad on the road. I was wrong. And no one else wanted to drive. Lachele wanted to."
"Please promise me you won't ever do anything that crazy again. I thought she was driving drunk when I saw the vehicle swerving in and out."
"I promise, all any of us drank all night was pop." She understood where he was coming from, and she knew they'd all shown poor judgment getting into the car with her.
"That doesn't make me feel any better." He rubbed his hands through his hair. "Do you have any idea how many people I've pulled out of wrecked cars? How many families I've had to visit to explain that their loved one was never coming home? I can't lose you, Cissie." His voice was desperate, and he didn't care. He wouldn't lose another person he loved.
Cissie walked to him, wrapping her arms around him. "I won't ride with her again. I promise." She rested her head against his chest, surprised at how upset he was, but happy to agree if it made him happy. "Who have you lost?"
Bob closed his eyes. "My parents were hit by a drunk driver when I was in college. They both lived, but Mom was in a wheelchair for a while. That's why they didn't come to the wedding. It's hard for her to ride in a car now. She's afraid to be in a car at all." He'd changed his major to criminal justice just a few weeks later.
She was certain his parents wreck hadn't been the panic she heard in his voice. "But who did you lose?"
He sighed heavily. "My partner. She did something foolhardy, and I watched her die." I let her die.
"Will you tell me about it?" It was obviously something that had made a big difference in his life, and she wanted to hear about it. She wanted to know everything about him.
Bob was tempted to talk about Chaynade to her, but he just couldn't. He didn't want her to realize it was his fault his partner had died. It was enough that he blamed himself. "Someday." He hadn't talked about it since he'd had to spend hours with the department shrink.
Cissie sighed, wishing he'd talk about what happened. How could she be a loving, supportive wife if he wouldn't tell her anything? "I'll be ready to listen."
Bob smiled at her words. "Thanks. Do you have
"Oh!" she said, as if just then comprehending. "We could do that!" She pressed her lips to his, thankful he let her toy with him and play with him that way. She couldn't imagine being married to a man who took himself seriously. She rubbed herself against him, and he groaned softly.
"You know, I think we need to adjourn this to the bedroom. It's my turn to be on top." He guided her to her feet before standing up and pulling her against him. "I get turns too!"
She pouted at him. "But I liked being on top."
He scooped her up into his arms and carried her to their bedroom, laying her on the bed. "You'll like this, too," he promised.
*****
At breakfast the next morning, Bob suggested they go ahead and get her things moved into his house, so she would feel more at home. Really, he wanted to be surrounded by her things. He wanted to feel like her presence and very existence was interwoven with his.
Cissie readily agreed. "We should probably see if we can borrow Trey's truck. Trey too for that matter."
"You don't think he'll mind?"
"As long as we don't let Lachele drive it, he won't care at all." She grinned at him.
"Did you know Lachele was a bad driver when you got in a car with her behind the wheel on Friday night?" He'd truly never seen anyone swerve like Lachele had without at least a six pack of beer in their system.
Cissie nodded. "Oh yeah. The stories her husband tells would turn your hair gray. And she backed into a dock with me in the boat when she interviewed me—repeatedly."
Bob blinked a few times, trying to understand her reasoning. "So why did you get in a car with her?"
Cissie shrugged. "I guess I didn't think she'd be that bad on the road. I was wrong. And no one else wanted to drive. Lachele wanted to."
"Please promise me you won't ever do anything that crazy again. I thought she was driving drunk when I saw the vehicle swerving in and out."
"I promise, all any of us drank all night was pop." She understood where he was coming from, and she knew they'd all shown poor judgment getting into the car with her.
"That doesn't make me feel any better." He rubbed his hands through his hair. "Do you have any idea how many people I've pulled out of wrecked cars? How many families I've had to visit to explain that their loved one was never coming home? I can't lose you, Cissie." His voice was desperate, and he didn't care. He wouldn't lose another person he loved.
Cissie walked to him, wrapping her arms around him. "I won't ride with her again. I promise." She rested her head against his chest, surprised at how upset he was, but happy to agree if it made him happy. "Who have you lost?"
Bob closed his eyes. "My parents were hit by a drunk driver when I was in college. They both lived, but Mom was in a wheelchair for a while. That's why they didn't come to the wedding. It's hard for her to ride in a car now. She's afraid to be in a car at all." He'd changed his major to criminal justice just a few weeks later.
She was certain his parents wreck hadn't been the panic she heard in his voice. "But who did you lose?"
He sighed heavily. "My partner. She did something foolhardy, and I watched her die." I let her die.
"Will you tell me about it?" It was obviously something that had made a big difference in his life, and she wanted to hear about it. She wanted to know everything about him.
Bob was tempted to talk about Chaynade to her, but he just couldn't. He didn't want her to realize it was his fault his partner had died. It was enough that he blamed himself. "Someday." He hadn't talked about it since he'd had to spend hours with the department shrink.
Cissie sighed, wishing he'd talk about what happened. How could she be a loving, supportive wife if he wouldn't tell her anything? "I'll be ready to listen."
Bob smiled at her words. "Thanks. Do you have
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