Pete was nervous. He'd decided what to do. He was going to ask to go to lunch with him. It would be a nice, casual lunch between friends. Yes, definitely just between friends. Friends who were really more like acquaintances that were getting to know each other. Oh, and they occasionally kissed. He stood leaning on the frame of her office doorway for a good minute before she pulled herself out of her work long enough to glance up at him.

"Hi, how has your day been?" Addison said with a little caution. They still hadn't discussed his mystery appearance at her house the night before.

"It's been fine, nothing out of the ordinary, but, hey, I was thinking we should go get some lunch, I know this place, and we could perfect the whole 'friend' thing…"

"Pete, you know I'd love to, but I kind of already made plans. I'm so sorry. Tomorrow I promise."

"With Kevin?"

"Yea, my lunch plans are with Kevin."

"Do you like him?"

"I could, I think. He's a good man. He's seems perfect in theory for me, but I don't really know him yet so we'll have to see I guess."

"Did you have sex with Kevin?"

"Pete!"

"Just asking…"

"Well I'm not telling. That's personal."

"We're friends Addison. Friends tell each other those sorts of things."

He had a mocking edge to his voice.

"As my friend you're going to have to respect my privacy and accept that there are some details you simply aren't gonna get. Now I have to go or I'll be late, but ugh… pick a place for tomorrow. I'll be there."

Her lunch date had been good. Kevin was friendly and polite and chivalrous and funny and all the things a woman could ask for. She liked him. Or she was getting there. She wasn't the type of woman who threw herself into things headfirst. Well, except for Mark. He was the eternal exception to her rules. She wanted to take things slow with Kevin, and he seemed to want the same especially considering that he had been the one to suggest that he left her house last night before things went too far. They'd kissed goodnight and he'd gone. She had definitely had minimal butterflies, but they were there at least. It was nothing like when she kissed Pete. It was warm and sensual and deep and perfect. They were everything that kisses should be. God, she really needed to stop thinking about Pete. They were friends, and it wasn't appropriate to think those thoughts about friends. Addison had lived her whole life up until the "M" word in utter appropriateness. She never dated inappropriate men. Why break that rule on a man who was the very embodiment of inappropriate. She simply wouldn't go there, but that didn't stop her from wondering exactly what the nature of their lunch… thingy was. And it definitely didn't stop her from consulting Sam about it. He would be able to decipher this mess. He had the right boy parts. So when the elevator doors opened the first place she headed was to his office. She quickly thanked God when she saw Sam was sitting alone doing paperwork.

"Hey Sam, do you have time to talk?"

"Of course Addie, what's up?"

"If a man asked you to go to a friend lunch with him, what does that mean?"

"I guess it depends on the man. If I were to ask you to a friend lunch, it would be a lunch between friends, but if it were a man you were involved with or might potentially be involved with then I'm not sure. I'm not that smart."

"I'm sure your patients would be glad to hear that."

"Let's not mention it to them."

"Will do Sam, and really thanks."

"Anytime Addie, see you later."

She walked out more confused than ever. She shouldn't even be thinking about Pete, and she shouldn't already be planning her outfit for tomorrow. She should be thinking about her date with Kevin tonight, but she wasn't.