“Do you want me…” she begins, intending to ask if he wants her to procure a rental car for their mid-week trip to Starved Rock.
“Yes,” he states.
As quickly as a hiccup she forgets what she wanted to ask.
Much later, his cologne will linger on her fingertips from when she rubbed his neck while kissing him good-bye. But right then, she smiles at how quick he was to interrupt, and she knows everything will go quite well in Utica come Wednesday.