He nodded. “Yeah, I remember. Fin and Sarah were with us. Fin kept elbowing me the whole way back to your parents’ house, trying to get me to hold your hand.” “You didn’t, though.” “No,” he answered, shaking his head. “Why not?” “Shy, maybe, or afraid. I don’t know. It just didn’t seem like the right thing to do at the time.” “Come to think of it, you were kind of shy, weren’t you.” “I prefer the words ‘quiet confidence,’ ” he answered with a wink, and she smiled.
