Darren was all clumsy hands and overly optimistic tongue. It was a little like playing Whac-A-Mole with a clingy octopus with boundary issues. His wallet was in the pocket of his khaki slacks, but if she reached for it now, it would only egg him on, and the last thing Darren needed was any more encouragement. It was obvious he wasn’t keeping any big secrets in his pants.
