Chapter 16
We drive back to the funeral parlor, where my car is the only one left in the lot. Derek keeps one hand on the steering wheel and the other on my knee; I curl my fingers around his, but the rental’s a stick so I have to let him go at every stoplight. By the time we pull into Eckert’s parking lot, I’ve halfway convinced myself to let Riley spend the night at Molly’s so I can go home with him. If he asks again, I’ll do it, I know I will.
But he doesn’t ask. Instead he parks in the red-striped area beside my car and throws the car into neutral. Then he turns in the driver’s seat and gives me a sad smile. “I had a nice time tonight,” he says. “We should do it again. Soon.”
“We will,” I assure him. “Sometime this weekend, maybe? Before you leave.”
His smile widens. “It’s a date.”
