The relief that his slip had gone unnoticed -as far as he was aware- was short-lived as his mind turned back to just what it meant for his father<i>not</i>to get better.  "Thankse, Evelyn."  He said, wishing his voice weren't quite as husky as it felt.  "I'll uh...  I'll stick Cade on chair-duty.  Father will keep him worried enough not to make any trouble."<br/><br/>He set the vest back into his closet.  "Good.  That sounds great.  Low-key moving it is."  The talk turned to pastries and cakes, and he found himself remembering the warm softness of his fiance's lips.  Her small hands on his face.  There was silence on the line.  Scrambling, he tried to recall what she'd last said.  She was going to call the pastry shop today.  Right.<br/><br/>"Yeah,  that sounds fantastic.  You've got yourself way more together about this than I do."  He said, half-grinning to himself.<br/><br/>"Say, Evelyn I was thinking about last night,"  He said, drawing it out.  "And I know we've got a whole heap of planning to do.  But maybe we should get together soon.  Do some planning as to what's going to move in.  What we have space for."  He said, pausing.  He made himself exhale a breath he'd been holding onto since he stopped talking.  "If you want.  If you have time, I mean."