“Thanks for your help.”

“No problem. They were so tired.”

“They had a wonderful day, and so did I.”

“I’m glad.”

Phillip smiled down at her, and Carissa stepped closer. She couldn’t help herself. A warm feeling washed over her, and she felt certain that he would kiss her. His copper gaze skimmed her face. Her breath caught in anticipation. But then he turned the doorknob.

“If, um, you should change your mind about attending church with the aunties and me on Sunday…”

Disappointment dealt her a crushing blow, but she managed to keep her composure. “I’ve already told Uncle Chester and Aunt Hilda we’ll be going with them.”

“All right, then.”

“About Saturday night, though…”

“Oh, with my parents here and everything… I’ll try, though. Well, good night.”

“Good night.”

He slipped out, closing the door behind him. Carissa tried very hard not to cry. She kept telling herself it was for the best. He wasn’t the man for her. No good could come from putting herself in Phillip Chatam’s way. But she didn’t have to be happy about it, did she?