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of his life, why doesn’t he know how to work the defroster?
    â€œHow come you can’t work the defroster?” The question just slipped out of her mouth. “I mean, you said this was the only car you’ve ever driven.”
    In the light of the passing streetlights she could see his cheeks go red. He slowed the car a little, his eyes straight ahead on the road.
    â€œI guess you found out my secret,” he said quietly, seriously.
    She felt a sudden stab of dread. “Your secret?”
    â€œYeah,” he said, glancing at her for a split second. “I’m a complete klutz.”
    He laughed and slapped the steering wheel with his right hand. She laughed too, mostly from relief.
    â€œI was hoping you wouldn’t find out my deep, dark secret,” he said. “At least not so early on our first date. But it’s true. I’m a complete klutz. I can’t even turn on a defroster.”
    â€œI’m a klutz too,” Chelsea admitted. She toldhim about the time her saxophone case had come open just before a band concert at her old school, and her mouthpiece and another section fell off the stage, and she had to climb down and get them in front of the entire school.
    â€œThat’s pretty klutzy,” he said. “But at least you can work a defroster.”
    They told each other stories about their klutziness the rest of the way to the movie theater. It was the easiest, most relaxed conversation they’d had.
    He has a great sense of humor, Chelsea thought.
    She wondered if he liked her.
    He seemed to. He seemed looser, more relaxed than he ever had with her before.
    â€œThere’s a parking place,” he said and backed the car in easily. He cut the engine and the lights, pocketed the car key, and pushed open his door.
    As the ceiling light came on, Chelsea saw that Will had left his wallet on the seat. “Hey—” she called to him, picking up the wallet.
    He grabbed it from her so quickly and with such force that he frightened her. “Sorry,” he said, frowning down at her. “Didn’t mean to startle you.” He jammed the wallet into the back pocket of his jeans and slammed his door shut.
    What was
that
all about? Chelsea wondered, pushing open her door and climbing out.
    He didn’t think I was going to take his wallet, did he? That’s ridiculous.
    She forgot the whole incident as Will, smiling warmly at her, put a hand on her shoulder and guided her toward the movie theater.
    The movie, a comedy with Will Ferrell and at least two Quaid brothers, was actually pretty funny. Chelsea usually didn’t enjoy that kind of film, but sitting so close to Will, out on her first date, feeling happy, she found herself laughing a lot, and even sorry when the final car chase came to a crashing end and the houselights came up.
    The night was surprisingly warm as they made their way out of the theater. A sliver of a moon hovered above, cut in half by a thread of a black cloud.
    â€œThat was pretty dumb,” Will said, smiling, his hand resting gently on her shoulder as they walked to the car.
    â€œYeah, but it was funny,” she replied.
    â€œHungry?” he asked.
    She shrugged.
    â€œKnow what I’d like to do?” He stopped beside the car and stood close to her on the sidewalk, his dark eyes glowing excitedly in the light from a streetlight.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œDrive around, then park somewhere and talk,”he said, staring into her eyes. He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets.
    â€œThat sounds great,” Chelsea said.
    â€œDo you know a good place to go?” Will asked, glancing down the street, which was rapidly emptying as cars drove away from the theater.
    â€œYou mean you don’t go parking with girls every week?” Chelsea teased.
    He chuckled. “I’m new here, remember,” he said. “Give me a break.”
    â€œWell, I’m new too,” she said. “But I guess