She managed another smile. “I’m glad you’re coming back,” she said.
He nodded, quietly self-possessed, looking at her in a calm silence for a moment. Then his eyes flickered with a certain amusement that was also new.
“Tell me,” he said, “what are you doing on Friday night?”
A little breathless laugh escaped her. “Oh, Dave,” Kim said, “I don’t even know when Friday night is!”
He laughed too. Then the laughter passed, leaving an easy smile. He stood up smoothly and held out a hand to help her up.
“Saturday, then?” he asked, his eyes holding hers.
And bursting within her then like another kind of flowerfire. Kim had a sudden feeling, a flashing certainty, that everything was going to be all right after all. It was going to be much more than all right.
She gave him both her hands and let him help her rise.