“Neither have I,” I admitted truthfully. “Although, it is my favorite time of the year.”
He chuckled. “At least, you’ll be accompanying me to the Christmas party at your house on Saturday.”
I bit my lip. “Yes, I will.”
He turned to face me. “Do you have any plans for this evening?”
My heart skipped a beat. “Why do you ask?” I had a feeling I already knew.
Staring at me with his steely, gray eyes, he stepped closer. “I went through town this morning, and saw Mr. Simmons sweeping outside of the furniture store. His mother asked if I was taking you to the town social tonight. I hoped if you were going, that maybe you’d like to go with me.”
“Are you sure there’s not someone else you’d rather ask? I bet there are plenty of young women who’d love to be your date.”
“I’m not interested in t
