She doesn't miss the teasing and suggestion in his voice, any more than Neil's likely to overlook the pink flush that rises to her cheeks. "Since he has a car, I asked if he'd help move my things over from the Home," she says, trying to make the explanation sound breezy and light. "Earlier today, when you were at work. But I really ought to have you two meet, you're right. It's silly you haven't."

They hadn't taken any more advantage of the empty apartment then they had any of the times they'd been alone together at David's house--though, as always, there was the suggestion that they could, this sense of some decision or choice drawing ever closer. Laughing softly, mostly at her own awkwardness, Rosie takes another sip of her soda.