“Hot chocolate would be good.” Tap water would be good enough. “Only if you have the kind with those tiny marshmallows.”
Shortcake’s wide smile did something funny to my chest. “I do.”
“Then lead the way, sweetheart.”
While she headed into the kitchen, I went into the living room. She joined me on the couch with two cups of hot chocolate. She’d kicked off her boots and tucked her feet under her. I decided there was no one cuter than her. Ever.
“Thank you.” I took one, watching the steam billow from the top. “Got a question for you.”
“Okay.”
Little marshmallows nudged my lips as I took a sip. “So, based on your first-date experience, would you go out on a second?”
She smiled lightly. “Like a second in general?”
“In general.”
“Well, this was a very good first date. If second dates were like this, then I guess I would.”
“Hmm.” I watched her closely. “With just anyone or . . . ?”
Her lashes lowered. “Not with just anyone.”
“So it would have to be someone in particular?” I asked.
“I think it would have to be.”
“Interesting.” When she lifted her gaze to mine, her eyes were soft and endless. “Is this someone in particular going to have to wait another two months if they ask you out?”
Her grin formed around the rim of her mug. “Depends.”
“On?”
“My mood.”
I laughed. “Get ready.”
“Okay.”
“I’m going to ask you out again—not dinner, because I like to change things up. It’s to the movies.”
She tapped a finger off her cheek. “Movies?”
“But it’s a drive-in movie, one of the last ones around.”
“Outside?” Excitement glimmered in her eyes.
“Yep. Don’t worry. I’d keep you warm.”
She shook her head, grinning. “Okay.”
“Okay to the movies?”
Sucking her bottom lip in between her teeth, she nodded.
Wait. What? It would be that easy? “Seriously, it isn’t going to take me another two months?”
She shook her head no.
I laughed under my breath, knowing the hard part waited. “Okay. How about Wednesday?”
“Next Wednesday?” she asked.
“Nope.”
She settled against the couch. “The following Wednesday?”
“Yep.”
Her brown eyes pinched into a frown. “Wait. That’s the Wednesday before Thanksgiving.”
“It is.”
“Cam, aren’t you going home?”
“I am.”