After dinner Gizmo held her hand as they walked back out to his bike.
"Have you decided which you"d rather?" he asked, watching her face.
She"d been a little quite since she"d admitted she might like his offer to be there for her. He could only hope he hadn"t moved too fast and scared her off. Then again, if he had, maybe she wasn"t the right person. He shook his head. When had he started thinking about the right person or the wrong person? Always before it was just about getting off and moving on.
"I was thinking darts. I"ve played before, but only once or twice a long time ago, so you"ll probably have to remind me the rules."
"I can do that." Gizmo couldn"t help the grin that spread across his face. At the bike he handed her the helmet he"d brought for her and watched a moment to
