Page 29 of The Best Little Christmas Shop
‘Sorry. Mum tells me I can be a bit blunt sometimes. I didn’t mean to –’
‘No. It’s fine. I like blunt. I know where I stand with blunt. And yes, I think you’re right. No one has ever put it like that before. Or at least they haven’t told me to my face.’
This time it was my turn to blush.
‘I promise I’ll just drive. I won’t say anythingelse.’ I made a zipping motion with my fingers across my mouth, and mimed tossing away a key.
Cal gave that deep laugh. It was one of those that surrounded you and made you smile from somewhere deep inside. ‘I really hope not. That would make what was shaping up to be an enjoyable day far more dull.’
I pulled my mouth to the side, unsure. Cal stepped closer to me and touched my fingertips withhis own.
‘I like your honesty, Lexi. Like I say, I know where I stand with you. It’s … not always been the case.’ His thumb brushed the back of my hand and I lifted my gaze, but his was on our hands. Sensing that he was being watched, his eyes shifted and met mine. I knew I should look away and that this was veering into dangerous territory for me. But I couldn’t. I stayed exactly where I was,my gaze locked with Cal’s.
His mouth remained serious for a moment, and then, suddenly, he stepped back breaking the spell. The sensible part of me was relieved but the churn of emotions rushing through the rest of me said something else and right now, I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
‘Thanks for coming round. George was really upset about feeling poorly and missing out on the snowball fightand everything last night.’
‘There will be other times, I’m sure. They’re forecasting snow for the next few weeks, I heard this morning. The bookies have been cutting the odds of a white Christmas left, right, and centre, apparently.’
His mouth began to curve. ‘Didn’t take you to be the betting type.’
‘No, not at all.’ I laughed. ‘I’m more the full of useless information type.’
The half-smilegrew and I did my best to remember that the last thing I needed was romantic complications in my life. Been there. Done that. Not prepared to go there again. I risked a glance back up at him. Bloody hell, he was gorgeous. How did anyone look that good after a night up with a sick child? Was that even legal?
Cal took a breath in and the half-smile was back. ‘Lexi, I –’
‘Daddy!’ George’s voice,wobblier than it normally sounded, rang down the hall towards us.
Cal gave me a look and a little shake of his head, the smile turning from whatever it had been – I was still working on that – to resigned.’
‘Yeah, Georgie, I’m coming.’ He turned to me. ‘Do you two want to come and say hello? He was pretty miserable earlier. I’m sure seeing you both would cheer him up no end.’
‘We’d love to.’
Cal smiled at me and I patted my leg for Apollo to come to heel and he plodded beside me, now a little weary from his explorations on our walk this morning. George was wriggling upright in the bed as his Dad pushed open the door wider and went in. Cal held up a hand to Apollo and I following just behind.
‘Just let me check there’s not been any more …’
I nodded so that he didn’t have to finishthe statement.
‘What is it, little mate?’ Cal’s voice was gentle and soothing and I couldn’t resist peeking around the corner of the doorjamb. I wasn’t worried about seeing anything that might upset my delicate sensibilities – primarily because I didn’t have any. I came from a large family that mostly consisted of men and I had spent my college years mostly with blokes who, for reasons I stillfailed to fathom, felt that the best thing to do after downing a vat of beer at night was to top it off with a greasy kebab. I also had a small brood of nieces and nephews, from which not a single one stood out as not having weed, pooed, or thrown up on me at some point in time. In short, I didn’t scare easily.
‘I’m bored and my tummy hurts,’ George said, his face pale and tired as Cal squattedbeside the bed.
‘Martha is going to be here soon and she can read you some more of your story. I know your tummy hurts but it’s better than it was, isn’t it?’
‘Yes,’ George replied, nodding sadly.
‘Good. And it will get easier as the day goes on. It’s just a bit worn out, like you and me, and needs some sleep. After your story, and a little snooze, you’ll be feeling much better. I promise.’
‘OK. Do you have to go out?’ George’s little hand snuck into his father’s large one.
From my hidden vantage point, I saw a wash of pain cross Cal’s face and something twisted inside me.
‘I’m sorry, Georgie. I do. If I could put it off, I would. But I want you to sleep as much as you can today to make up for last night, so you won’t even notice too much that I’m not here.’
George nodded but hewas clearly unconvinced, even though I could see by the state of him that Cal was right. The little boy was heading straight for zonkville. In an ideal world, his dad would be too but we both knew that wasn’t going to happen.
