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“It worked. When‟s the wedding, again?”
“Three weeks from now. Micah Steele says you‟ll be able to manage the church aisle with just a cane
by then. And we can hope there won‟t be a large animal emergency anywhere in the county during the
ceremony!” she raised her voice.
“I‟m borrowing a vet from San Antonio to cover the practice for me until we‟re back from our
honeymoon in Cancún,” he said. They‟d picked the exotic spot because it had been the dream of
Cappie‟s life to see Chichen Itza, the Mayan ruin.
“I hope the vet knows he‟s covering for you,” she said.
He chuckled. “He does.”
“The guest list just keeps growing,” Cappie sighed. “I‟ve already sent out fifty invitations.”
“Did you put Marquez and the assistant D.A. on the list?”
“Yes,” she said. “And Rourke and Chet, too.”
Kell groaned.
“Chet won‟t start any riots. I‟ll have a talk with him,” she promised. “They took good care of me in
San Antonio,” she added.
“Yes, but I was the one who took down Frank,” Bentley called. “Can you believe that little weasel tried
to sue me for assault?” he added huffily.
“He didn‟t get as far as first base,” Kell assured him. “Blake Kemp had a long talk with his attorney.”
“Why would our D.A. be talking to a defense attorney in San Antonio?” Cappie wanted to know.
“Because the defense attorney wasn‟t aware of the familial connections of the defendant‟s assailant,”
Bentley murmured. “Ha! There went another Hunter!” he exclaimed.
Cappie blinked. “Familial connections…..?”
Kell leaned down to her ear. “Don‟t ask. The upshot is that the lawsuit is going nowhere. Fast.”
Cappie was still staring at Bentley. “What familial connections?” she persisted.
“The governor is my first cousin. Ha! Another one!”
“Our governor?” she exclaimed.
“We only have one. This game is great!”
Cappie sighed. She looked up at her handsome big brother. “The game is not going with us on our
honeymoon,” she said firmly.
Bentley gave her a roguish glance. “Not even if I tell you how to get past the Hunters?”
“Well, in that case, maybe I could reconsider,” she chuckled.
Kell did make it down the aisle with a cane. The little country church in Comanche Wells was filled to
capacity. Only people they knew got an invitation, but there was still standing room only. A good
many of the guests were in uniform, either military or law enforcement, on one side of the church,
while a number of Eb Scott‟s guys were seated across the aisle from them. Covert glares were
exchanged. Down the center aisle marched Cappie in her lovely white gown with what seemed acres
of lace and a pretty fingertip veil. She was carrying a bouquet of yellow roses and wearing a smile
that went from ear to ear.
She held on to Kell‟s arm tightly, so proud of his progress that she beamed with happiness. He was
already talking about a new job working for Eb Scott at his anti-terrorism school. She was really
curious about how well her brother seemed to know any number of Eb‟s employees, but she hadn‟t
made any comments. She was still indebted to Eb for lending her Chet and Rourke, who were seated
together in the front of the church. Around them were her former and present coworkers, including
Keely and Boone Sinclair. Boone‟s sister, Winnie, was being watched with real intensity by Kilraven,
dressed in an expensive suit in the row behind her.
She and Kell stopped at the altar, where he gave her hand to Bentley. He was beaming, too, so
handsome that Cappie just sighed, looking up at him with gray eyes that adored him.
The wedding service was brief, but poignant. Bentley lifted the veil and bent to kiss her with such
tenderness that she had to fight tears.
Then he led her down the aisle to the back of the church. The people who hadn‟t been able to squeeze
into the church were waiting outside with what seemed like buckets of rice and confetti. They were
totally drenched in both as they ran to the white limousine that was to take them to the town civic
center, for the reception.
They fed each other cake, posed for wedding pictures and generally had a wonderful time. There was
a live band and they danced together to a slow, romantic tune, which lasted for all of two minutes
before Cash Grier, with his beautiful wife, Tippy, signaled to the band leader.
There were grins, a fanfare and then a furious and delicious rendition of the classic tune “Brazil.” But
Cash didn‟t start dancing, as everyone expected him to. He glanced toward Bentley with a chuckle and
a flourish.
Bentley gave Cappie a wicked look. “Shall we?”
“But, Bentley, you can‟t dance…..can you?” she exclaimed.
“I couldn‟t,” he confessed, taking her onto the dance floor. “But Cash gave me lessons. Okay. One,
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