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Andrew keeps the horse at a slow walk to avoid jostling Andrea’s pregnant belly. It takes them almost twenty minutes to get to the stables. When they arrive, Andrew dismounts and offers her his hand. Andrea accepts it reluctantly. Instead of spotting her, he lets her fall into his arms and catches her bridal style. He spins her around and sets her lightly on the ground. Andrea pointedly steps away from him and smiles at Michelle, “Michelle, I remember that you’re a great baker, could you please cook something for me for the afternoon tea?” “Sure, what do you want?” Michelle asks. “Crème pudding,” Andrea suggests. Michelle nods and casts an anxious look at Andrew. She asks, “What about Mr. Clifford?” “Whatever,” Andrew mumbles without looking away from Andrea, “A tiramisu or something