Brennan was pleased the next morning to find she didn't need much assistance to get around. It just took her twice as long to get anywhere. And her arms were tired five minutes after she got up.
As Booth predicted, she didn't remember the kiss he'd given her last night. What she did remember was that she had several things she needed to do before she lost her nerve.
"Just sit," he said to her after watching her try and move around his kitchen. "I'll make us some breakfast."
"I got my job back," she said as he got eggs from the fridge.
He froze, before turning toward her. "You've decided to go back to the Jeffersonian?"
She leveled her blue eyes on him. "How else are we going to be partners if I don't?"
He grinned at her and Brennan returned his smile. "I take it you still want to be partners with me?" she asked.
He cracked open several eggs. "Silly question."
She took an audible breath. "Would you like to go to dinner with me?"
He blinked. "You mean after I get back today? Sure. You'll probably be ready to get out of here by then."
She traced her finger in a pattern only she could see on his table. "That's not what I meant."
Booth wondered if this was how she felt when she tried to translate other people's emotions. Because right that second he had no idea what she was asking him. "So you don't want to go to dinner?"
She sighed. "I am not doing this right. I want to know if you want to go out to dinner with me. Not to the diner. Someplace a little nicer." She still wasn't sure she was explaining it right.
It finally clicked. "Are you asking me out on a date?" Booth asked.