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beyond belief. She grabbed her phone and dialed Noah’s number, wincing as her thigh muscle screamed bloody murder. Hopefully hearing Noah’s voice would help make her feel better.
    “Hey, honey,” he answered the phone in one ring. “What have you been up to?”
    “Getting beaten to death by Ruthie,” she muttered.
    “Sounds kinky!”
    “Trust me it was more torturous than anything.” She laughed.
    “I’m intrigued.” With a chuckle he asked, “How’s it going living with her?”
    Celine paused and answered thoughtfully, “It’s been good. As much as I miss you, this is really good. I love it here.”
    “Uh oh,” Noah teased. “Having second thoughts about moving in with me?”
    “No. Of course not,” Celine assured him. “It’s just that your place is a good thirty minutes away, not counting traffic. As much as I keep telling Ruthie nothing will change after the wedding, I’m afraid it might.”
    “What’s going to change? Your friendship?”
    Celine shifted uncomfortably. “Well…Yeah.”
    Noah chuckled softly. “I can almost guarantee that nothing is ever going to get between you two. Hell, I feel like I’m the one third wheeling sometimes.”
    Celine giggled. “Shut up.”
    “No, seriously! Listen, you tell your best friend that I won’t let anything happen to you two, okay?”
    “Okay.” She smiled, leaning back against her pastel blue pillows. She sighed and shut her eyes. “I hope you’re right.”
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 5
     
     
    “Tired?” Celine asked. She lifted her bronze leg so her foot sat against the glove compartment. Taking out a tube of Cherry Blossom scented lotion, she squeezed some out and began rubbing it into her skin. Ruthie groaned and reached over, knocking Celine’s foot off the panel. “Hey!” Celine yelped.
    “No feet on any part of my car!” Ruthie scolded, never taking her eyes off the road.
    “They have to be on the floor,” Celine teased.
    Ruthie shot her a quick look. “Don’t be difficult.”
    Celine laughed and placed the lotion back in her purse. “I really don’t mind driving. You worked all day today, might as well give the stay-at-home worker a chance behind the wheel.”
    “No! You are not driving my car,” Ruthie replied sternly. Huffing, she added, “I’m surprised Noah even trusts you with his.”
    “Hey! That greatly offends me,” Celine said in a fake southern belle accent. She placed her hand against her chest in dramatic fashion. “I’m actually a very good driv-ah.”
    “Says the two speeding tickets, a parking violation, and one rear-ender?” Ruthie shot back.
    “Since when are we keeping count?” Celine scowled, pulling her sunglasses over her eyes.
    Ruthie shook her head in disbelief. “Seriously! I can’t believe you still have your license!” Celine pouted and crossed her arms; however Ruthie didn’t care, adding firmly, “No, you are absolutely never going to drive my car.”
    “Can I at least pick the music?” Celine asked, holding up her iPod.
    “Fine,” Ruthie groaned. She handed Celine the auxiliary cable and added, “Please, none of your bluesy stuff. I hear it enough from your room every morning.”
    “I can’t help that I love the Louisiana flare.”
    “You’ve never even been there!” Ruthie laughed.
    “What can I say? I was born with soul.” Celine joked. “Seriously though, you will love my playlist.” She attached her mp3 player and quickly picked an album. Soon enough the car was filled with Intensity’s greatest hits.
    Ruthie squealed in delight. “Why am I so surprised right now? I should have known you’d bring this along!”
    “I know, right? You really don’t know me as well as you think you do. What’s the point of going to an Intensity concert without the soundtrack to go along with it?” Celine gave her a wink.
    “Stop talking! My favorite part is coming!”
    The two sang along at the top of their lungs. Celine even went as far as to do the