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Did she have the courage to ask him?

It made sense to go to the Christmas gala together, she told herself. She was the head of the committee. Cody was in charge of decorations. Who could possibly object?

“Do you have a tux squirreled away some place?” she asked.

He looked at her, a glint in his eye. “What would be in it for me?”

Paris caught the teasing tone. “Great food. Live band. The oohs and aahs as everyone admires how great you look in a tux.”

“You’ve never seen me in a tux.”

She raised a brow. “I have a vivid imagination.”

A smile tugged at his lips even as warning bells sounded in his head. He’d give anything to waltz Paris around the dance floor in front of the astonished faces of the town’s elite. But could he ever indulge in a dream like that?

She looked him straight in the eye. “So,” she challenged, “how about it, Mr. Hawk?”