"With great reluctance-- sitting in the chair with Kate and doing nothing but hold her was surprisingly satisfying-- he stood, lifting her in his arms as he did so, and then set her back in the chair. "This has been a delightful interlude," he murmured, leaning down to drop a kiss on her forehead. "But I fear your mother's early return. I shall see you Saturday morning?" She blinked. "Saturday?" "A superstition of my mother's," he said with a sheepish smile. "She thinks it's bad luck for the bride and groom to see one another the day before the wedding." "Oh." She rose to her feet, self-consciously smoothing her dress and hair. "And do you believe it as well?" "Not at all," he said with a snort. She nodded. "It's very sweet of you to indulge your mother, then." Anthony paused for a moment, well aware that most men of his reputation did not want to appear tied to apron strings. But this was Kate, and he knew that she valued devotion to family as much as he did, so he finally said, "There is little I would not do to keep my mother content." She smiled shyly. "It is one of the things I like best about you." He made some sort of gesture designed to change the subject, but she interrupted with, "No, it's true. You're far more caring a person than you'd like people to believe." Since he wasn't going to be able to win the argument with her-- and there was little point in contradicting a woman when she was being complimentary-- he put a finger to his lips and said, "Shhh. Don't tell anyone." And then, with one last kiss to her hand and a murmured, "Adieu," he made his way out the door and outside. -Anthony & Kate"