“All five pieces?”
“Is that what she wanted?”
“Yes.”
“Then, yes. All of them.”
“Great. She’ll love this. Let me get them for you.”
“Alright. I’ll let you do that because I’m afraid I’d drop one.”
“It’s fine. You could grab two of the goblets.”
“I think I can handle that.” Skylar reached for two of the goblets and walked to the counter. She set them down as Maggie set the pitcher down then went back for the other two goblets.
“Do you want me to wrap them?”
“Oh, I can do that. I do appreciate the offer though.”
“Okay, but I’ll wrap them in newspaper for you.”
“Thank you. I’ll just look around while you do that.”
“Sure.” Maggie smiled then carried some of the pieces to the back room.
As she did that, Skylar walked to where the lamp sat. She was surprised that no one had bought it yet, but it was expensive. Sighing, she hoped it was still here after the holidays. If not, she’d live with it. She touched the base of the lamp, then headed back to the counter just as Maggie came back carrying a box.
“All set. Let me ring you up.”
“Thanks, Maggie. I can’t wait to give it to her.”
“She will be thrilled and knowing Darla, she’ll tell you that you shouldn’t have done that.”
Skylar grinned. “I bet she will too.” She handed her credit card over, and after putting it back into her wallet, she picked up the box and carried it to her vehicle, then she got in and drove to the liquor store. It was too damn cold to walk.
As she reached the liquor store, she pulled the door open and stepped inside, then walked around.
“Is there something I can help you find?”
Skylar turned to see an older man standing behind the counter. His white hair and beard made him look like Santa Claus.
“Hi, I’m looking for Callahan Whiskey.”
“Third aisle, top shelf. All different sizes.”
“Thank you.” She made her way to the aisle and looked at the bottles. There was an anniversary bottle. Twenty-five years with the dates on it. It was very ornate looking. She picked it up and smiled. This would work.
“Do you have this in a box?”
“I do. I’ll be right back.” He disappeared through a doorway and returned in a few minutes with a box. “Here you go, honey.”
“Thanks. I’ll take it.”
He told her the price, and she stopped herself from gasping at it. It was expensive but Darla and J.B. were such wonderful people, and it was only once a year.
The man put the box in a bag, while she swiped her credit card in the machine.
She picked the bag up, smiled, then walked out. She inhaled deeply at the snow, hitting her in the face and quickly got into her SUV. After starting it, she checked the traffic, then pulled out and headed home. She wanted to wrap them and put them away until she got a tree.
