Page 42 of Miss Christmas

“What are we doing?” I ask as he helps me into the truck. It smells of him, all woodsy and sexy.

He walks around the front of the truck, jumping in beside me with a boyish grin.

“It’s a surprise,” he says proudly, and I widen my eyes at him.

“A Christmas surprise? Who are you, and what have you done with the real Dylan?” I tease as he starts the engine.

“He was a bit of a Grinch. Now you’ll just have to wait and see.” He smirks, his eyes twinkling at my obvious excitement.

Despite his rejection yesterday, he clearly sees me as a friend, and I’ll take that. I know he hates Christmas, and I know why. The fact he’s come to get me so early shows I meansomethingto him.

I’m smiling from ear to ear when we pull up at his house.

“Ooh, what are we doing here?” I grin, looking over at him.

“I hope you like it.” Is all he says before leaving the truck.

I can’t wait to see what he’s talking about.