“You never responded to Michigan,” he said.

“I said no to Michigan,” she said.

“You didn’t,” he said.

“Well,” she said. “No. I don’t want to go to Michigan for vacation.”

“Where do you want to go?” he said.

“You need a want, Miles,” she said. “You brought it up, so you should know where we’re going. I should be hearing why where you want to go is right.”

“You don’t want to be with someone like that,” he said.

“Someone who knows what he wants?” she said. She gripped the glass, watching the foam recede into her last inch of beer.

“Wanting to go isn’t a want?” he said.

She sat with that a moment before saying, “We’ll go to Texas,” as if they’d been discussing Texas as an option all along. “West Texas for two weeks.”