"I almost gave up our secret today," Brennan admitted at the apartment that night. She hadn't heard anything about her boxes coming back to her place, and was surprised to discover she didn't really care anymore. Coming home to Booth each night was more enjoyable than she wanted to admit to herself.
"To Angela?" Booth guessed.
"Who else? She's been in my office twice in two days. She accused us of being two planets that orbit each other forever. Which was weird, because planets don't orbit each other."
"She just meant that we'd never take a chance on each other, Bones," Booth explained.
"That's what I thought. It was hard not to tell her the truth." She propped her foot up on a chair and sighed gratefully. "These crutches are going to give me muscles like yours pretty soon." She flexed her arm to show him.
He gave her and her arm an amused glance. "Do you want to tell her the truth?" Booth asked. "You're the one who wanted to keep our date a secret after all."
"I find that I like having a secret," she admitted. "Where are we going?" she asked. Booth hated it when she jumped topics like that. It always took him a second to catch up.
"Nope, not happening," Booth said. "You have your secret and I have mine."
"But," she argued. "That's not fair. We are both keeping the date secret. That means you have one more than I do."
"It's not a contest, Bones. It's just a date." Probably the most important date of his life.
Suddenly, she smiled and he looked at her suspiciously. Who knew what she had just come up with. "Don't worry," she said, patting his hand. "I still have a few things that will surprise you."
"Why doesn't that comment make me feel any better, Bones?"