He seemed oddly uncomfortable. "Umm... Normally I'd say yes but…" He let it trail away.
I opened my mouth to press him for more information, but something in his expression gave me pause. "You already have plans?"
He nodded, very intent upon covering Petri dishes, and turning off electronic microscopes.
"Oh! I didn't . . ." Aftershave. Of course.
"I don't tell you everything either." A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
I turned away quickly, not knowing what to say. It wasn’t the first time in our acquaintance that Don's had mysterious plans and I generally don't care. But I'm usually not this needy. Shaking myself—which hurt—I commanded me to get a grip.
"Where do you want me to drop you off?" asked Don as we went down the stairs.
"Huh?"
"Do you want to go to a motel or Tr
