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He felt like
slapping himself. "I shouldn't have said it that way."
"I
know," she said, stepping back into his arms, "but you wouldn't be my
dark angel if you always responded with a smile and a sweet comment."
He laughed.
"Dark angel?"
"It's
what I started calling you when I first met you. Dark for that wicked side of
you I felt so tempted by and angel for that face that can look so innocent when
it suits your purposes."
"And I
call you sweetness," he rebuked.
"With
equally good reason." She reached up and kissed him before she turned to
look down at her daughters, waving when they saw her. "Do you think I
should send them up to Mother and Dad’s for a few weeks?"
He tried to
think. "They should be safe here with Roberta and Johnny... although.
Damn, I don’t know. Are you sure you have to go?"
"Yes."
He had hoped
he and Katy could take a week-end together, a week-end that would cement their
marriage, make them man and wife in every way, but it didn't look like anything
was going to be easy for them.
"We
should also tell my mother we are married," she said. "You know what
that will mean?"
"I shudder
to ask. Is she going to prove more dangerous than Brudder?"
She laughed.
"Not quite, but you might think so."
"Okay,
tell me the worst."
"Well,
first she'll be upset, but the next thought that will cross her mind is the
need for a reception."
He felt a
cold chill. "A what?"
"You
know exactly what. Likely a dinner and reception where people come and
congratulate us on our wedding, unorthodox as it might have been."
"Are you
sure she'll want to do that? I suspect she'd rather forget I existed and that
wedding isn't going to please her one bit."
"Too
true, but that isn't why she'll want to have a big affair. She'll want
everything to look proper."
"Where
it comes to me, impossible."
