Terry shook his head, and when she gave orders an eyebrow rose. "Only if you buy me one." He gave her a knowing smile and led her off the dance floor toward their table. "Tracey," He started, what Meg had said resounding in his head. "Do you consider this a date?" It was clear by the edge in his voice that wanted her answer to be something like 'No, of course not. Why would you even think that?' in her usual blunt manner.