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“You know, for someone who doesn’t go out much, you’ve been out all day. First the wedding fair, then the restaurant, and now we’re on our way to the lake.” Abigail smiled over at Scott as he drove his truck. She put her hand on his forehead. “How do you feel? You don’t have a temperature; you’re not breaking out in the sweats.”
“Yeah, you’re funny.” He moved his head away from her hand, stuck his tongue out.
“No, seriously, how long has it been since you went out for dinner?” She could tell it was a while because he had to think about it. “Come on, it can’t have been that long.”
“A few months, maybe. My last date, we went to a restaurant. Properly, though, not since I broke up with Cindy.” He stared straight, no smiles or banter. “The last time was with her and Daisy, must be about
