"I saw you go by with Martin, yesterday."
"Oh, yeah. Martin took me for a drive and showed me his studio. He has been making recordings."
Patrick looked at her directly and tried to keep his face calm. "Do you like him?"
"I do. He's nice; he asked me a lot of questions."
"He seemed O.K. to me," Patrick admitted.
"Patrick, are you jealous?"
"Umm . . . "
"Tell you what," she said. "Walk me home tonight and I'll show you how much I like him." Patrick started to smile.
"It's a deal." The sun came out from behind a cloud. Willow covered his hand with hers for a moment, and he felt reconnected. "I like you," he said.
"Now don't go overboard, Patrick."