Seventy One

George grinned and concluded, “By the way, Miss Clark, I really only like to harass tanned bodies, so...”

“A nice tropic tan?” she asked with her eyes bright.

“Sounds good to me.”

“Mmm...” Jenny replied as she drifted off to sleep.

The wedding went off without a hitch. As Kimberly paced up the aisle on Dan Douglas’s arm, Brad thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Not only was her beauty so vibrant that morning, but there was a look of utter joy on her face that he had never seen before.

There were a couple of surprises at the reception, though. First, while the receiving line was forming, Kelly presented gifts to Kim and Brad. They were unwrapped; both were identical rosewood boxes. Opening the lids, they found the Smith & Wesson automatics that Kelly had had made for them, along with something else. Kim took hers out and examined it. It was a laminated identification card with her photo and signature on it. The card stated that she was a special U.S. marshal working