> Derek looked up when she first spoke and blinked, watching her come down the > stairs and then join him at the door "Hmm? Oh, right.. arm, cut off. No, I > don't think that is an option at this time." > > He went to the closet beside the door and retrieved their evening coats > before opening the door for her "And you look stunning I might add." > > Quite stunning, he thought as he waited for her to exit and closed the door > behind him, wondering what da hell had gotten into him and mentally shaking > his head at himself and saving an analysis until later. > > He helped her into the UV and went around to the driver's side and then > dialed Rachel's number. It answered on the second ring. > > "Need a lift?" > > "Ready and waiting." Rachel said before hanging up, a grin obvious in her > voice. > > So they headed toward Rachel's house, Derek looking over at Alex with his > peripheral vision every once in a while but keeping his main gaze on the > road. > "Then, you better start keeping up with them," Alex suggested about his cuff links. She was slightly taken aback by his compliment. "Thank you," she replied with a smile, "you're not looking too shabby yourself." It was true he was very dashing, though she usually thought this of him, even when he went through the sweater vest clothing crisis of the early 90's. She settled herself in the seat and just enjoyed his company as they drove to Rachel's. Alex
