"I'm fine. I'm incredibly happy." She touched his face with trembling fingers. "I can't believe we're married."

"You're legally stuck with me forever," he said, taking her hand and placing a warm kiss on her palm. "You don't mind that you're not Mel Gibson anymore, do you?"

Melanie heaved a blissful sigh and wrapped her arms around him. "Do I look like I mind?"

"No. You look beautiful. Stunning. The most perfect bride I've ever seen." He kissed her, tenderly at first, then with increasing ardor. Melanie's hormones sighed, oooohhhhh baby!

Several seconds later, however, she pulled back.

"What was that noise?"

"What noise? I didn't hear anything."

Grrrrr.

Grrrrr.

Chris frowned. "That's sounds strangely familiar."

Grrrrr.

Silence.

"Uh-oh," Melanie whispered. "That didn't sound good. And have you noticed we're not moving?"

The limo driver lowered the smoke-glass partition separating them from the front seat and looked at them through the rearview mirror.

"Excuse me, Mr. and Mrs. Bishop, but there appears to be a, er, problem with the car."

"What sort of problem?" Chris asked.

"It won't start. Sounds to me like the battery's dead."

Melanie and Chris stared at each other. Chris pinched the bridge of his nose. "I thought I recognized that growling noise."

A knock sounded on the rear window. Smothering a laugh at Chris's expression, Melanie touched a button and lowered the window.

Nana and Bernie stood outside, huddled under the protection of a red-and-blue-striped umbrella.

"What's up?" asked Nana, sticking her head in.

"The battery's dead," Melanie answered.

Nana shook her head. "Jiminy Cricket. You two are always soaking wet or stranded." Pulling open the limo door, she said, "Come on. Me and Bernie will drive you to the airport." She marched off with Bernie, heading toward the lime-green Dodge.

Chris groaned. "Please tell me we're not going in the Dodge. Please."

Melanie laughed and kissed him. "Don't worry. With the way Nana drives, we'll definitely get to the airport on time. Besides, we started off in the Dodge, so it's only fitting that we finish there."

"That's just what I'm worried about-finishing there. Didn't you tell me Nana drove like a Mario Andretti/Mr. Magoo combination?"

Melanie framed his face between her hands. "Relax. This isn't the finish of anything. This is just the start. And lead-foot Nana's much better since she got her new glasses." She waggled her brows at him. "Besides, we can neck in the backseat. C'mon. Let's go before they leave without us."

Hand in hand, they dashed to the Dodge and settled themselves in the backseat. Melanie choked back a laugh at the look of utter relief on Chris's face when he saw that Bernie was driving.

Bernie turned around and grinned at them. "Where to, kids?" he asked in a chauffeurlike voice.

"To the airport, my good man," Melanie answered. "How long will it take?"

Bernie stepped on the gas and pulled out of the parking lot at whiplash-warp speed. Grinning over his shoulder, he said, "Don't worry. We'll be there before you can say 'Kiss the cook'!"

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