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"Whoa, baby, look at you! Damn me, girl--you're cooking a good one there!" He rubbed a big hand over her belly. "Preacher, you dog--you did fine work here!" "Yeah, I sure did." "You're about to pop, girl." "Pretty soon," she said, grinning. "How's your wife doing?" "She's great," Zeke said. "I thought I could sneak one more kid by her, but she says I'm all done. I don't know what her hang-up is. We only have four. You think four is enough?" he asked Paige. "I think that's more than I'm having." She laughed. "I don't know how you tricked her into that many." "What can I say." He shrugged. "The girl's been lightin' my fire for almost twenty years now--since the first time I saw her in that cheerleading outfit." He whistled. "Those pom-poms just knocked me out." "To"