Derek pats his stomach like there's anything there but his completely flat six-pack and I make sure to keep my gaze on his face, not needing the further distraction.

My smile falters though, some mix of guilt and embarrassment when he mentions the date. I hadn't meant for him to find out, but I suppose Darrow is a small town all things considered. Word gets around.

"I've, uhm. I've heard that, too," I say, feeling my cheeks go red hot as I take a drink of the beer I've poured myself. "Not that I would know myself, obviously. But... but maybe soon."