Page 12 of A Little Christmas Wish

How did he do that?

Ink put his arm around her as Bonnie sighed and started ringing everything up.

“My biggest issue is finding someone to run those parts as I couldn’t do it all by myself.”

Ink paid and Bonnie smiled as she handed him the receipt.

“I don’t know what you do now, but if you ever want a job, come and see me. I think you’d do a great job with the clothing part of the store.”

Betsy stared at her in amazement. Could she do that?

No, she wouldn’t be any good at that.

Right?

“I, um, that’s really flattering, but I?—”

“Already have a job. I get it.” Bonnie looked so disappointed that Betsy felt bad.

“Oh, it’s not that. But I have a lot going on at the moment and I’ve never worked retail before.”

“But you’d be amazing, I can already tell.”

She didn’t know how she knew that. Betsy thought she’d be too quiet and nervous to talk to people. But she didn’t have problems talking to the other Littles, did she?

“Think about it, okay?”

When they were outside and in the truck, Ink turned to her. “Bet you weren’t expecting a job offer, were you?”

“She doesn’t even know me, why would she want me to work for her?”

“Baby, she would be lucky to have you work for her.”

Darn it. He always said the sweetest things.

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“Let’s get you some lunch and while you’re having a nap, I’ll unpack everything,” Ink told Betsy as he lifted her out of the truck.

Ink was glad he’d taken today off. It was obvious she needed this time.

And so he did he.

“I’ll help you, Daddy,” she offered sweetly.

“Thank you, Button. But Little girls shouldn’t carry heavy things. They might fall and hurt themselves.”

A pout crossed her lips and he reached down to tap her bottom lip with his finger. “None of that.”

“All right, Daddy.”

“Would you like to wear the Christmas nightie that we bought today?” he asked as he took her hand in his.

She skipped along beside him. “Yes, please!”

Ink unlocked the door and then turned off the alarm. Leading Betsy into the kitchen, he lifted her onto the counter. The kitchen was enormous with a long island that could seat eight. “What would you like for lunch, Button?”

“Fruit face! Fruit face!”

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