Cal made an attempt to reach for his wallet again. ‘I really would feel happier if I paid for this, you know. You’ve already done too much for free.’ He nodded at his son’s toy.
I shook my head. ‘Honestly, it made a nice change to do something different for a few minutes. You two brightened up my day so take the wreath as payment for that, if you like.’
Cal studied me for a moment, that gaze enveloping me once more. ‘I’m not going to win on this, am I?’
I shook my head. ‘Nope.’
‘Xander did say you were a force to be reckoned with at times.’
‘You mustn’t believe everything Xander says.’
‘So I’m also not to believe that you head-butted a kid much bigger than you who was bullying Giselle at school.’
I cleared my throat. ‘I’d like to point out that we were seven and that I don’t condone violence. But we’d already tried reasoning with him. And have you ever seen Giselle cry? Even back then she was so feminine and delicate. It’s heartbreaking! I did what I had to.’
‘Fair enough. I also heard that the kid you nutted grew up to be the local policeman?’
I laughed. ‘Oh, you do know all the gossip, don’t you? Yes, he did. And he grew into a lovely man with a lovely family who totally agrees now that he was being a little … pain.’ I checked myself in time and received a grin in return that did nothing to help cool me in the slightest. ‘He says now that I was quite right to do what I did.’
‘So you don’t get speeding tickets even when you’re parked then, or anything like that?’
‘No. Thankfully!’
‘I’m glad to hear it.’
‘Right. I’d better get this little tyke home.’ Cal bent and lifted the boxes and then as he approached George started bending his knees.
‘You’re going to drop the lot in a minute,’ I said, coming up behind him. ‘Here, I’ve got plenty of practice ferrying sleeping nephews and nieces to cars. I’ll bring him for you.’
‘No.’ His reply was so sharp that I actually took a step back. Cal turned a little more. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean it come out like that.’
I pasted on a smile, or at least half a one, and shrugged. ‘No problem. I was just trying to help.’
‘Yeah. I know.’ He ran a hand through the dark hair. ‘I know you were.’
‘Let me take the boxes then.’ I bent my knees to where he’d now put the purchases on the floor.
‘No, they’re pretty heavy.’
I blew out a sigh and stood, raising my eyes to him. ‘OK. Look. One, I’m stronger than I look and two, one way or the other you’re going to have to either leave George here whilst you take the boxes or leave him in the car whilst you come back and get them, and I don’t think you want to do either.’
His lack of reply was enough.
‘OK. So, you bring your son and I’ll bring these.’ I bent and scooped up the boxes, jiggled them into a better position, and peered around the side of the pile to see where I was going.
‘Are you sure you’re all right with those?’ Cal asked as George flopped softly against his shoulder.
‘Yes. So long as you’re not parked miles away, I’m fine.’
‘No, just down the road. Do you need to lock up or anything?’
‘No, it’s fine. Let’s just get going, shall we?’ The boxes were biting into my arms and I wasn’t about to show myself up by having to put them down again after I’d made such a song and dance.
Cal got the door and then led the way to a relatively new Land Rover Defender. He opened the boot and between us, him still with a sleeping child in one arm, we loaded the boxes into the storage area and wedged them in with a blanket and a coat so that they didn’t tip. He closed the door and went around the side, deftly popping his son in and securing him into his seat.
‘OK. Well, it was nice to meet you. Enjoy your purchases.’ I smiled and made to head off back to the shop.
‘Lexi?’ Cal called.
I turned and waited as he took the couple of steps towards me. There was a faint scent of aftershave now that he was close. Woody, masculine. Very him.
‘Look, I’m sorry if I snapped a bit at your offer earlier.’
‘It’s fine. I didn’t mean to cross any lines. I apologise if I did.’
‘No.’ He threw a glance back at the car, as if to check it was still there even though we were only two feet from it. ‘It’s me. I’m still pretty new to all this.’
‘All this?’ I queried.
‘People being kind, offering to help. Hell, even talking to one another for the most part.’
‘Right.’
‘I’ve hurt your feelings, which I would have felt a shit about anyway but after your kindness today, I feel a double shit about it.’
‘Honestly. Don’t give it another thought. I’m not.’
‘I think that’s a big fib.’
I tilted my chin up in defiance. ‘It’s not, I assure you.’ I think I was quite convincing until the big swallow I did gave me away.
A glimmer of a smile fleeted across his lips. ‘That’s what I thought. Look, I … it’s hard to explain. I just didn’t want George suddenly waking and find himself being carried along by someone he didn’t know then getting upset.’
‘It’s all right, Cal, really. You don’t have to justify anything to me.’
‘I think I do.’ He was watching me and once again the world around me seemed to melt into nothing. I’d never met anyone who could make me feel like I was the only one in the room before – even outside. And the thing was, I was pretty sure he had no idea he was doing it.
I took a deep breath, and looked away, feeling it to be the safer option. ‘OK. Let’s just agree that I didn’t mean to cross a line and you didn’t mean to bite my head off and move on shall we?’
The glimmer became more of a smile. ‘I think I’d like that.’
I smiled back. ‘Me too.’
‘Now get back inside before you freeze to death and I have something else to apologise for.’
I laughed, waved, and half ran along the narrow pavement before diving back into the warmth of the shop. As I did, Matt popped his head out from the back stock room.
‘There you are. Thought you’d abandoned ship.’
‘No, not yet. Just helping a customer to the car with his purchases.’
‘Good sale?’
‘Yep. Very good actually. I threw in a wreath for free because his little boy liked them.’
Matt put a mug of tea down on the desk in front of me and I wrapped my hands around it.
‘Ooh thanks, just what I need.’ I took a sip and then realised he was watching me. ‘What?’
‘You. You just make me laugh.’
I took another sip. ‘Do I dare to ask why?’
‘Well, you have this tough, tomboy outer layer –’
‘I do wear dresses sometimes, thank you.’
‘You know what I mean. You give off this tough-girl attitude, your job is predominantly