“Never had what?” I ask. “An overbearing dad or a date?” “Neither.” She stops in her tracks, turning in to face me. “This isn’t a date, right?” “Oh, I know you better than that. I wouldn’t dare take you on a date. That’s way too much commitment for you, Montgomery.” * * * When our rideshare drops us in the North End of Boston, my hand immediately finds the small of Miller’s back, ushering her toward the bustling building. I’d rather hold her hand, lace our fingers together, but I have to take it slow with her, keep her from overthinking it all.
