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“I see. Well, have a good rest of the day.” He nodded and opened the door, stepping out onto the porch.

Abbie followed him to the door, her heart racing with anticipation. She hoped he’d ask to see her again. She watched as he put his hat on, then turned to face her. His intense gaze met hers and she couldn’t help but feel a flutter in her stomach. He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips, before walking toward the steps.

“Creed?” her voice trembled slightly.

“Yeah?” He faced her fully now, leaning against the railing of the porch.

“Would you like to have dinner sometime?” Oh my God, Abbie, did you just ask him out? The thought echoed in her mind as she waited for his response.

A grin lifted his lips, making her heart skip a beat. “Are you asking me out?” his tone was teasing, but there was also a hint of interest in his eyes.

She raised her chin confidently. “I am.”

“Just checking.” He grinned. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Next Saturday night?”

“Sure. Where are we going?”

“The Hartland?”

Creed’s laughter filled the air. “Will you call Grant, or should I?”

Abbie laughed along with him. They both knew how difficult it was to get a reservation at the popular restaurant, but being friends with the owner had its perks.

“I can do it. After all, I did ask you out.”

“You might have asked me out, but I’ll pick you up and pay for dinner.”

“But—”

“No buts,” he interrupted. “I’ll pick you up Saturday at six. Text me your address.” He recited his number and she quickly entered it into her phone without hesitation. “I’ll call Grant on my way back to the office.”

“Alright, but it doesn’t seem right. I invited you.”

“Well, maybe you could make dinner for us one night?” Creed suggested with a smile.

Abbie couldn’t help but smile back. “I could do that.”

“Great. I’ll let you know if there are any problems with getting a reservation. If not, I’ll see you Saturday evening.”

“Sounds good. Be careful out there.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He touched the brim of his hat, jogged down the steps, entered his truck, and drove off.

Abbie took a deep breath as she watched him leave, her heart still racing from their exchange. She stepped inside the warm kitchen and closed the door behind her, turning to head for the living room when she saw her grandfather standing in the archway. Heat filled her cheeks.

“What?”

“You asked him out,” he stated with a shake of his head and a chuckle.

A small smile tugged at Abbie’s lips as she remembered her bold move. “Yes, I did. I wanted to see him again and it didn’t look like he was going to make a move.”

“He’s a nice young man. I like him. You could do worse.”

“I have, Pap. I have.” Abbie walked toward him, slipping her arm through his, and they went to spend the snowy day watching TV together. She couldn’t wait to see Creed again on Saturday night. She hoped the week went quickly.

Chapter Three

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