"Oh, right. Yeah. Sorry." He untangled his hand from hers, resting his hand back on his lap in that spot she'd kept warm. What was he trying to imply? Dating? It wasn't out of the realm of possibilities. If Allison and Scott could pull it off, he thought he could make a valiant attempt with Erica. If she allowed it.

That was the rub. Would she? Did she ever think about it? He mused over this as she ate, his other hand still playing with his straw.