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    Deke let go of her hand and hugged the man he called brother, then turned to where she was standing. “Tiny, this is Emma.”
    Never before had his hand on her back been so reassuring. She smiled. “Hi.”
    Tiny stared at her, his expression unreadable. Then, after about a million years, the granite cracked as he grinned and, to her astonishment, pulled her into a hug. “Welcome. Come on in.”
    He led them into a cluttered living room, where an elderly woman was sitting with little girl sleeping on her knee. She looked up and smiled as Deke bent and kissed her cheek. “Good to see you, Samson.” She looked over to Emma. “Hello, love. I'm Sophia.”
    The little girl opened her eyes and blinked. “Samsam?” She held out her arms. “Big hug Samsam.”
    Deke laughed and picked her up. “Hey, Princess.”
    Emma felt her ovaries explode as the toddler laid her hands on his face and pressed her nose to his. “Lub you Samsam.”
    “ Right back at ya, Abs.” He grinned. “You wanna say hi to Emma?”
    She tucked her face into the crook of his neck and smiled shyly. “Hi.”
    “Hi, Abi.” Emma couldn't quite wrap her head around how someone like Tiny could produce something that cute.
    “ Down Samsam.” Deke set her on the ground and she trotted over to Tiny. “N'other hug Daddy.” His expression softened as he picked her up and tipped her upside down.
    “ If she pukes, you're cleaning it up.” Beth walked into the living room and smiled. “Hi. You must be Emma. Samson has told me so much about you.”
    “ Really?”
    “ No, not a damned thing.” She laughed and slipped her arms around Deke's waist. “Hey.”
    “ Hey.” Deke looked down. “You okay?”
    She looked over at Tiny and smiled. “Yeah.”
    “Good to hear.” Deke nodded to Tiny and kissed her on the forehead. Somehow with barely any words a whole conversation had just taken place between the three of them.
     
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    “You're nothing like I expected.” Emma opened her bag and laid out her dress on the bed.
    Beth laughed. “So what did you expect?”
    “Honestly, I'm not sure.” She sat down and watched as Beth pulled on her dress. “I was kind of swinging between Amazonian warrior and crack whore.”
    “ Samson really didn't say anything about us, did he?”
    “ Not really. He's very fond of you, though. That much was clear.”
    “ As we are of him. He's been a good friend to Joe and me.” She frowned. “Could you help me get this thing zipped up? The problem with getting married when you're pregnant is you get too fat for your dress.”
    “ Sure. And you're not fat, you're pregnant. You look perfect.” She really did. Beth was one of those effortlessly beautiful women who would look hot dressed in a sack, and the simple dove gray shift, overlaid with lace, was anything but sack-like. Emma sighed and pulled a different dress from her bag.
    “ Two dresses?” Beth sat in front of the mirror and began to pin up her hair, revealing the word 'Tiny' inked in cursive script on the back of her neck.
    “ Three, actually. I had no idea what this wedding would be like and Deke... Samson...”
    She was cut short by Beth raising her hand. “Don't change what you call him. He's Deke to you. That's important, Emma.” She smiled. “He really likes you. I'm not sure you realize how much. Hell, I don't think he does, either. He wants to be Deke to you. Not Samson.”
    “Why? This may sound stupid. But I've never thought about it before.”
    “ I doubt he has, either. I don't know you, Emma. But I do know Samson.” Finally satisfied with her hair, she turned and looked at the dresses on the bed and pointed to a green maxi. “This one.” She looked up, and her eyes met Emma's. “Does he talk about the club?”
    “ Not really.... He's been hurt sometimes. And sometimes he....”
    Beth smiled a little sadly. “Sometimes what he does weighs on him. And when it does, he comes to you. His cute little witch.” She stood