"I'd love to go hiking, Drew!" I exclaim without thinking. 

But then doubts crush my joy like a mudslide, burying it under thick sludge. Is this a date? Or simply a chance to rekindle our friendship? 

If it's a date, I shouldn't accept. Not yet. No matter how much I want him.

Not while my husband still haunts my thoughts.

Maybe it isn't a date, though. Perhaps Drew wants to go as friends, and if he does, I want it more than anything.