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speak to her. She can’t just waltz in as if nothing happened.”
    “True.” Andie turned toward a giant sunburst of fiery colored blossoms. Her large purse caught the side of a pedestal arrangement.
    Cade dove forward, taking two big steps, while holding onto Bret, and caught the column. Andie seemed oblivious of the near disasters as she studied the pop art painted on the side of a faux-boxcar panel.
    A little out of breath, Cade eased to her side. “Besides that, my mom could be in danger. Those crooks might want to silence her.”
    Andie’s mouth dropped into an elongated oval. “Oh, that’s right. Did we ever figure out who kidnapped her?”
    “No, and that bothers me.” Cade yanked Bret back when he swiped at a jeweled butterfly dangling from a flower stem.
    The same middle-aged hippie waved at Bret in a childish manner, opening and closing her fingers. Why was she wearing a dark plastic UV protecting face shield, the kind Asian women in California wore to keep from getting freckles and age spots?
    Cade shifted Bret to his opposite hip. One couldn’t be too careful with strangers, especially suspicious baby-snatching ones.
    “You have a point there.” Andie’s brows creased, seemingly considering. “It seems awfully convenient that Ronaldo would pop up and offer to get your mother into the witness protection program.”
    “Exactly. In my gut, I feel there’s a cat and mouse game being played, and I don’t want our wedding to be the bait.”
    “What are you saying?” Andie put her nose to a spray of bell-shaped lilies of the valley.
    “That we elope, along with your mom, dad, and Bret. You can have your Aunt Helen, too, if you wish. Let’s ditch all the reporters and take a trip together.”
    Andie did that little head shake and frowned. “I feel you’re rushing things.”
    “Rushing?” Cade couldn’t help staring at her pregnant belly. “Once Bonnie’s here, we won’t have time. You’ll be busy taking care of her and Bret, and I’ll be going back to the city for conditioning camp.”
    “Without me?” Andie’s eyes narrowed. “To that million dollar condo the team got you? Right in the center of nightlife and glamour?”
    “You’re welcome to come, but I thought we agreed you’d stay in Itasca close to your parents. That was what you wanted.”
    “Sure, it feels too convenient for you. Marry me in April. Bonnie’s born in May. Conditioning camp in June. Then training camp July and August, and the season runs from September all the way to next February if you get to the Super Bowl again.”
    Cade took a step back as chills raised goosebumps on his skin. Andie wasn’t entire on board with getting married? Hadn’t she said “yes” in front of the entire world? She loved him too, unless he was misreading her.
    But then, how was she going to say “no” in front of the world at his moment of glory? Cade felt eyes burning into the back of his head. A reporter could be snooping nearby, and the next thing he knew, their color pictures would be splashed on the tabloids at the check-out line.
    Cade turned three-sixty, but the only person in the vicinity was the aging hippie who seemed to be praying with her love beads, fingering each one in her gnarly hand while hiding behind the face shield.
    He reached for Andie’s hand. “Are we okay? Do we need to talk?”
    “Watch out.” Andie lunged for a centerpiece set on a cream and silver veined marble table.
    Bret had his fist closed around the stem of a rare saffron-colored orchid.
    “Goo, gah,” he gurgled and squealed with laughter.
    “Oh, no, do you know how much that’s worth?” Andie swiped the flower from Bret and tried to stick it back into the golden vase.
    The proprietor, a rather large, owlish man wearing a pinstriped suit sauntered toward them. “What’s going on here?”
    “Uh, the baby, sorry,” Andie said. “I’m putting it back.”
    “This was my entry into the Herbert Van Roekens flower arranging