style="font-size:15px;"> I nodded.
Cal gave a half-smile accompanied by a tiny headshake and headed off into the shop behind me. As he left, I realised I’d been holding my breath. I let it out in one slow movement, waving at the passing shoppers as I tried to pretend I was feeling perfectly normal and parts of me weren’t currently a lot more … alive … than they had been in a long while.
‘Ooh la la!’ Giselle exclaimed as she appeared beside me and gave me a big hug. She was followed by Xander who did the same.
I glanced down at my costume. ‘Not the first expression that came to mind when I saw it again, I must admit.’
‘I wasn’t talking about the costume. I was talking about you and Cal!’
‘I … what?’
‘We were just on our way over when Dan went into the shop with George and left you two alone. Very tactful by the way.’
‘He wasn’t doing it to leave us alone. He was …’ I looked from Giselle to Xander. OK. So, apparently he was. I’d totally missed that.
‘And from the looks of it, Cal was pretty pleased about it. All that whispering in your ear, and then the whole candy cane thing … Oh my!’ Giselle flapped a cerise leather gloved hand just under her chin.
I rolled my eyes. ‘Did you two have popcorn whilst you enjoyed the show? Really, it was nothing. I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it. He’s probably just had a mulled wine or two.’
‘Cal doesn’t drink.’
‘Oh.’
‘Well … maybe …’
‘Maybe he likes you?’ Giselle tilted her head at me. ‘Ever think of that?’
I fiddled with the pompom on the end of my hat. ‘Honestly? No.’
Giselle gave Xander a glance.
‘Maybe it’s time you did think about it, Muppet. And you know I wouldn’t be telling you that if I didn’t think he was good enough for you.’
I nodded. ‘I know. But honestly, that’s the last thing I’m looking for. Especially right now. Plus he has a little boy.’
‘So? I would’ve thought you’d be the last person to be put off by that.’ Xander frowned at me.
‘I’m not put off. It’s just … it’s another consideration. I made a complete mess of my last relationship and I’m not about to launch into something else feet first again, even if Cal was interested. Which, by the way, I don’t think he is. Things get messy and painful and I’m certainly not going to involve a five-year-old in that!’
Xander gave me a quick squeeze around the shoulders. ‘You can’t think all relationships are going to end messily, you know.’
‘I don’t.’
‘Good.’
‘Just mine.’
Xander blew out a sigh and gave me a look. Giselle patted him on the arm.
‘We shall see,’ she said, enigmatically. ‘Now, we’re going to head off and do some pressie shopping. See you later.’ Giselle kissed me on my bright red cheek and they headed off towards to the warm glow of the little shops, all decorated for the season, their soft lights enticing shoppers in out of the cold.
Before I got a chance to think much more on the subject, another group of shoppers surrounded me, and the inevitable elf-selfie session ensued. As they moved to swap places, over the top of them I caught a glance of Cal. George was boosted up onto his hip, resting his head on his father’s shoulder with Bear cuddled into him. Opposite him was a tall, elegant woman. Her long, slim legs were encased in denim and finished off with boots that had a fur trim, as did the fitted jacket she wore. On her head she wore one of those big Russian-style fur hats. Her make-up was flawless and she looked – as did the young child whose hand she held – like she’d stepped from a magazine. Giselle was most definitely right about Cal and his play date popularity status.
I smiled at the camera for the group still surrounding me before letting my eyes wander again. The woman laughed at something Cal said, her hand resting briefly – but a touch longer than was necessary – on his arm. He smiled and dipped his head as he hoisted George a little higher.
The group of shoppers thanked me, and headed into the shop. Dan was right. The costumes definitely helped boost sales. I glanced at the woman and Cal and then down at my stripy legs, and the curly-toed shoes, which were now slowly wicking up dampness from the ground. I flicked the pompom on the end of my hat as it dangled in front of my nose. Sales it might boost; ego it most certainly did not.
The newly installed bell tinkled on the back of the door and from my position at the top of a ladder restocking the top shelf, I saw Cal and George enter the shop. I called out a greeting and received a smile and wave from Cal and an unusually half-hearted response from the little boy.
‘Be with you in a minute,’ I said as I descended the metal steps and then folded them up, carrying them quickly to the back stock room and leaning them up against the wall. ‘Hi!’ I said, emerging again.
‘Hello.’ George’s greeting was as lukewarm as his wave.
I glanced up at Cal.
‘George isn’t feeling too great and his friends are all playing snowballs but he’s not really up to it so I thought we’d stop in here and see if we couldn’t cheer him up a bit.’
‘Oh no! Well, obviously I’m very happy to see you but I’m not happy you’re feeling a bit under the weather.’ George looked above his head briefly in response to my terminology and Cal and I stifled a smile.
‘What’s feeling poorly then?’
George leant against his dad’s leg. ‘My tummy hurts.’
‘Oh dear. That’s not good, is it? I hope Bear’s looking after you.’
George let out a sigh and nodded.
I ran a hand gently over the little boy’s silky hair, being incredibly careful not to bump into his father’s thigh. If that happened, even if George didn’t have a temperature, I was pretty sure I might.
The doorbell tinkled and I glanced up, waving a hello to the Warner sisters, a couple of older ladies who had lived in the village for as long as I could remember. They were lovely, but it did pay to be careful what you mentioned to them as it had a way of soon becoming known by far more people than you’d originally intended.
‘He doesn’t feel warm but he does look a bit pale,’ I said, resting the back of my hand against George’s forehead.
‘Yeah. I’m going to take him home in a minute and get him into bed. I think he just overindulged in Christmas treats earlier. He was just keen on coming in to say hi and I thought it might take his mind off things for a minute.’
‘I’m
