Carrick raised an eyebrow as he settled into the car, but secretly he was pleased at the reply. He delighted in the boy's quick-wittedness.
"You can dance with anybody you wish tonight," he stated as the car moved off. "But I insist on having the last waltz."
The night was clear and icy, with the beginnings of frost in the air. There may even be a dusting of snow by morning. Winter came early up in the mountains. The roads were quiet, and he did not expect the journey over to Beacon Hills to take long. They would be there soon after the dance began.
"Where did you learn to dance, anyway?" Carrick asked.