The hug didn't last long. Almost as soon as Don wrapped his arms around Summer, she quickly pushed him away, turning her back to him with an awkward cough. "We should eat before the food gets cold," she muttered, avoiding eye contact as she busied herself with her plate.
Don sighed inwardly. So much for thinking he had cracked her shell. He had hoped the brief moment of warmth between them might lead to more, but Summer was proving to be as guarded as ever. 'Can't win them all,' he thought, trying not to let his disappointment show.
As he settled back onto the bed, he watched her fuss over her food. He needed to break the ice again, but he knew he couldn't just dive back into their earlier banter—he needed a different approach.
