Chapter 20
“I mean,” Raine said, “of course you meant it as friends, we’re friends—sort of friends, at least, you said so once—”
“I asked you out,” Don said, because it was true. His fingers, nervous, left frost on the corner of his menu. “It’s a date. Um. If you want.”
“I’m drinking flavored coffee some days because of you,” Raine said. “I bought you a cactus.”
“Which, I’ll have you know, is still alive,” Don pointed out, and, greatly daring, slid fingers over to touch Raine’s, there on the table.
Raine said, “Your hands are cold,” but didn’t move away; his eyes were inquisitive and hopeful, summer green pleated with amber, and Don wanted to explore all those forest paths.