Casey grinned.  "Yours too, huh?"  He shook his head.  "Dad eased up on us a bit when he took sick."  The compliment roused his brows, and he had to suppress the grin from growing farther.  Tough guy stuff.  He was going to get a big head if she kept on that way.  "I've had a girlfriend or two that was interested in the danger-and-power thing, but..."  He shrugged.  "When Dad started getting sick, girls stopped being important.  And some girls don't like it when they're not the center of your life."  He shrugged.<br/><br/>Eager to pull the conversation away from the dampening topic of cursed-to-death relations, he spurred on toward happier talk of honeymoons.  "Cannon beach is fantastic.  The ocean is lovely.  But Maine is one of those places I've never actually been to, despite my road-tripping.  I keep meaning to, but..."  He made a helpless gesture.<br/><br/>"Honeymoon, huh?  Let's see.  The coasts are nice for vacation, but I think if I had my pick, I'd go to this little cabin on the north shore of Superior.  It's gorgeous there.  And there's this fantastic little mom-and-pop candy store that has the best candy you'll ever eat.  My Best Man's actually going to be flying in from Duluth on a red-eye for this.  The only reason I know about all of it."  He admitted.  "What about you?  Where would your ideal honeymoon be?"