Henry just happened to have a thing for innocent girls. He'd had his share of experience with all kinds of women, but there was something about a girl like Lainey that he couldn't help being drawn to. Sweet, naive, seemingly innocent. That adorable southern drawl certainly didn't hurt, either.
It was a shame they'd met so close to Christmas. She'd left town, he'd gone home to Chicago and, while he hadn't lacked for company, he hadn't been able to really ask her out until they'd both returned to the city.
Now, though, he was a mixture of nervous and excited. More excited than nervous, because he was confident in his ability to charm a woman.
"Hey, beautiful," he greeted as he slipped into the space beside her. "Which one's yours?"