It Started at Christmas...

“Is that what I’m doing?” He glanced toward her. Finally, her color had returned and her cheeks blushed with a rosiness that belied that she’d been as white as

a ghost less than an hour before.

Her lips twisted. “Maybe.”

“You have had a lot happen tonight, including losing consciousness. Of course I’m concerned and going to make sure you get inside your place, okay?”

“I think you’re overreacting.”

“I think you’re wasting your breath trying to convince me to drop you at the curb and drive away.”

“That’s not what I said for you to do.”

“No, but the thought of inviting me into your place scares you.”

“I never said that.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“You’re imagining things. I came to your Christmas show.”

“You brought a friend.” As long as they were bantering she’d stay distracted, wouldn’t think about having passed out.

“You were part of the show. It wasn’t as if you were going to sit beside me and carry on conversation.”

He shot a quick glance toward where she sat in the passenger seat with her arms crossed defensively over her chest.

“Is that what you wanted?” he asked. “For me to be at the dinner table beside you?”

“If I’d been on a date with you, that’s exactly what I would have expected. Since I was just there watching your show as a friend and someone who wanted to help support a great cause, it’s not a big deal.”

“I could take you to a Christmas show in Atlanta, McKenzie. We could go to dinner, or to a dinner show.”

“Why would you do that?”

“So I could sit beside you and carry on conversation.”

“I don’t want you to sit beside me and carry on conversation.” She sounded like a petulant child and they both knew it. She was also as cute as all get-out and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Isn’t that what we’re doing right now?”

“Right now you are bringing me home, where you can walk me to my front door, and then you can leave.”

“What if I want to come inside?” He couldn’t help but push, just to see what she’d say. He had no intention of going inside McKenzie’s place, unless it was to be sure she really did make it safely inside.

Her eyes widened. “We’ve not even been on a date. What makes you think I’d let you stay?”

“You’re jumping to conclusions, McKenzie. Just because I said I wanted to come inside, it didn’t mean I planned to stay.”

“Right,” she huffed. She turned to stare out the window.

“Then again, I guess it’s a given that I want to stay. I think you and I would have a good time.”

She sighed. “Maybe.”

“You don’t sound enthused about the prospect.”

“There is no prospect. You and I are coworkers, nothing more.”