Tragos never did this. For a moment, Marcie felt a pang of something quite complicated, but then she shook it off and smiled. "I think I'd like that," she replied, slipping her shoe back on. "I'd like that very much."
She gathered her bag and got up, keeping her hand in his as they paid the bill and headed for the car, lacing her fingers through his. Letting go of him to get in wasn't something she wanted to do, as she playfully held onto his hand for as long as possible, their arms stretched across the bonnet.