“She reached under the flowerpot for the key, but before putting it in the lock she said, "Dub? I wonder . . . how come we both acted so weird."
Dub, who ordinarily had an answer for everything, was silent. If Allie wasn't mistaken, she saw a faint blush color his neck. That gave her the courage to say, "I think I got so jealous because I thought you liked Pam better. Liked her, you know, for a girlfriend."
"Are you serious?" asked Dub, looked surprised "She's nice, but no way."
Allie went on, feeling—she couldn't believe it—shy in front of Dub. "But why did it bug me so much? It's not like I'm your girlfriend." She paused and added, "Right?"
As soon as she had spoken, she wished she could snatch the words back. What if Dub looked at her as if she were crazy and said again, "No way!" She'd feel like a complete idiot.
Dub's blush crept from his neck to his face. "Who said you're not?"
Allie laughed happily. "Nobody," she said.
They stood grinning at each other for a moment.”