Rolling over onto my stomach, I peer down into the bag and smile. "You spent money candy that isn't going on a gingerbread house?" That's a craft I can get behind. Definitely a much better use of his time than making a miniature of a miniature out of sticks.

"Thank you," I say, pushing myself up and joining him at the head of the bed. I looking over at his sad excuse for a frozen dessert. Freeing him of one of the spoons, I scoop up a small amount and give it a sniff. "I married the last man who plied me with candy." Things might look different down there if Luther had tried his luck with this stuff.