“Your mom is buried here, right?”
He kept his eyes on the road but he stiffened. “Um, yeah.”
“Maybe we should swing by, so we can pay our respects while we have the chance.”
Eric raised one fine black brow. “We could, I suppose. But I hadn’t exactly planned on it today. It’s not what I would call a romantic honeymoon activity.”
“I know. But I think it would be good for you. Maybe you can…talk to her or something. Get some things off your chest. At the very least, I should meet the woman so I can tell her how much I love her son.”
His silence went on too long. She was starting to regret opening her big mouth when he finally replied.
“That would be…nice. Sort of.” His gaze caressed her lovingly. “She would have loved you.”
Andie doubted that, but it was sweet that he thought so. “Why don’t we stop by somewhere and pick up some flowers?”
He nodded. “Yeah, that sounds like a plan. But just so you know, we resume normal honeymoon activities this evening.”
She took his hand. “Absolutely. We have a record to break.”