That was what it came down to, in the end. She was fine, she could move on, but he was still trying to distance himself from the business with Marissa. It had been months, though, since he'd been with her, and though he was still set on going home to save her, it had been a long time since she'd been his girlfriend. There was no reason not to move forward. He had a feeling Summer would disagree with his logic, but Summer didn't need to know yet. This was something separate, and they could keep it theirs a little longer.

"See, that's hard to figure out," he said slowly, turning his head toward her, "because I have no idea what to do for dates in this place." One corner of his mouth quirked a little higher, his free hand coming to rest on her knee.