Page 2 of Wrapped in Love

I arched my eyebrow. “I think you’re going to need more than a few moments.”

He instantly looked chagrined. “Am I keeping you from your family and friends?” He shook his head. “What a stupid question. It’s Christmas Eve—of course I am. If I could grab a few books, I’ll be on my way. The adults can wait until the parcels arrive.”

I reached out, placing my hand on his arm. “I was teasing, Shane. I have nowhere to be, and I’m happy to help you pick some things for your family.”

“Your, ah, husband won’t be upset?”

“I’m not married. It’s Miss James, actually. But you can call me Callie.”

“Oh. Boyfriend?”

“No.”

“Um, girlfriend?”

I shook my head, trying not to laugh at how adorable he was.

“Well, it’s 2024. I felt I had to ask.”

“All that is waiting is a casserole in the oven, a bottle of wine, and an old cat named Jake, who does nothing but sleep, fart, and lick his, ah, long-lost mistletoe.” I winked.

A wide smile made his eyes crinkle. “Well then, Miss James, I’m at your mercy. Lead the way.”

As we walked around the store, I pointed out the various sections. “That area is books, both adult and children’s. This section is local artists—I have some lovely leather goods, stained glass, and scarves. My own line of handmade soaps and bath essentials is over there, and at the back are toys and games for all ages. Even pets. Handmade chocolates and goodies are in the far corner. I have a line of custom-made jewelry by the cash register if you’re interested.”

“I’m interested in it all. May I browse for a little bit?”

“Of course. I was going to get a cup of coffee while I do some closing-up items. Can I get you one?”

“That would be most welcome.” He captured my hand again, squeezing it. “Thank you, Callie.”

My cheeks flushed under his intense gaze. “You’re welcome.”

I brought him a coffee, adding the cream he said he liked. I placed a few cookies I’d had out for sampling on a napkin, handed them to him, and then left him to browse. I did a quick tally for the day, trying not to stare at him as he roamed around the store. He was intent, tilting his head, studying things as he sipped his coffee and gobbled down the cookies. He held up the last one.

“Do these come by the dozen?”

I peeked over at the basket. “Yes, there are some left.”

“I’ll take them all.”

I chuckled as I grabbed the last three packages and put them on the counter. Good thing I had set a few cookies aside for myself already. He drained his mug, setting it down on the counter beside mine.

“Who made the stained-glass pieces?”

“I did.”

“As well as the bath, ah, things?”

“Yes.”

“I’m impressed. Did you bake the cookies too?” he teased.

I felt myself blush again. What was it about this man that made that happen?

“Yes.”

He lifted a finger, tracing it over my cheek. “How unexpected,” he murmured.