Why don't you ask me up for a drink?"
"A drink? There's not much of a variety, but you're welcome."
"It's nice to be asked occasionally." Before he could tuck his hand safely in his pocket, she took it, threaded their fingers together. "You have free time now and again yourself," she said easily. "I wonder if you've heard of the concept of dates. Dinner, movies, drives?"
"I've some experience with them," He glanced at his pickup as they turned his quarters. "It you've a yen for a drive, you can climb up into the lorry, but I'd need to shovel it out first."
She huffed out a breath. "That, Donnelly, wasn't the most romantic of invitations."
"Secondhand lorries aren't particularly romantic, and I've forgotten where I parked my glass coach."
"If that's another princess crack-" She broke off,set her teeth. Patience, she reminded herself. She wasn't going to spoil things with an argument. "Never mind.We'll forget the drive." She opened the door herself. "And move straight to dinner.

Author: Nora Roberts