"Oh," Summer said with a small laugh and a tone of firm conviction, "you're definitely in charge of the second date!"

You think she was going to go through all that planning and flailing and more flailing all over again? He could handle a little sweat himself.

But then her smile softened at him. "But I don't think you have anything to worry about."

There was a beat, then that smile went smug and cocky, and excuse her for preening just a bit.

"I know I'm a hard act to follow."