The kiss seemed right when it came.  It released a tension that had been tying Casey's shoulders since the night before, and it was a balm to his wounded heart.  Casey nodded his head gratefully.  The woman was good to him.  Better than he deserved, probably.  "That would be best, I think.  I parked out front."  He slipped his hands into his wife's, and lifted his chin to kiss her brow once more, before stepping back.<br/><br/>"Dalton, I'm-"<br/><br/>The wizard held up a forestalling hand.  "No apologies, Case.  Get out of here.  I fly out in the morning, but I'll see you again soon.  I'll make the time."  He promised.<br/><br/>"Thanks."  He said, with a tight smile.  "You know how to drive a stick?"  He asked of his wife, fishing a hand into his pocket for his keys.  "I can drive if you don't.  I just want to get clear of people for a little while."