“I wouldn’t dream of taking you to lunch and skipping dessert.” He was a quick learner, after all. The problem at the bridal store had probably been one that was common for him—he wasn’t taking this or that “seriously enough”. When it came down to it, that wasn’t entirely off base either. The wedding was an important day, but in the scheme of things, a bad wedding day wouldn’t mean a bad marriage. A good one hadn’t made for a good marriage, after all… And if Mel had her way (when did she not?) they would have a re-do in the cards later on.
But really, he didn’t imagine it would be bad, no matter what went wrong. There were plenty of things to go wrong, but he had always been able to bring her back down to what they both knew mattered, and they had always been able to laugh and make the most of a bad day. “You have absolutely no faith in me today.”
He didn’t really answer her question, which was typical of him. She knew as much by now. But he didn’t seem concerned either, which meant that whatever was in store for them, he had faith she wouldn’t be disappointed. Since he didn’t really care for dessert, in general, it seemed unlikely he would take her anywhere without what she called “real food” for lunch anyway. Not when he hadn’t had lunch either. The idea of Mel substituting a sundae for a meal was plausible, but it was hard to imagine Andrew would do the same.
Andrew was the one to open her door for her. He never went over the top with those gestures, but it was a matter of security as much as anything here, and that was as much about making her feel secure as anything else. The coven was always nearby. There were precautions in place that there never had been before. But he was also more sensitive to everything that could go wrong.
“If it makes you worry less, I’ll pick places without dessert from now on.” He lingered in the doorway, without the thought that it might leave her feeling trapped.