“When are you going to ask her out?” Beau hedged.
She’d had to maneuver the exchange of phone numbers between Darrell and Duchess. The two grown adults had been as awkward as middle schoolers trying to arrange plans for their first afterschool dance.
In the driver’s seat, Darrell kept his hands on the wheel and his eyes on the road, steadily ignoring her. His hands were at ten and two, his chair erect. His phone was plugged into the hands free system.
“Where are you going, mommy?” Flora bounced in her car seat.
“I’m not going anywhere, sweetie. Dr. Darrell is. He’s going on a date.”
“Can I go on a date with you, Dr. Darrell?”
Darrell tore his gaze from the road and glanced in the rearview mirror. His carefully blank veneer cracked a smile at Flora. It was the friendly smile.
“I woul
