Judy Christenberry - Snowbound With Mr Right

“Oh. Okay. I got it, Sally.” Billy nodded as Sally showed him what he needed to do.

She went back into the store to find the stranger still there, leaning against the checkout counter. “Do you need something else?” she asked.

“Just more time to talk to you.”

“I’m sorry, but it’s Christmas. I really don’t have much time to spare.”

“Do you have a Christmas rush here, too?” the stranger asked, clearly not ready to leave yet.

“Yes, we do. Our Christmas Festival is in a little over a week from now and we are always busier then. I have a lot to get organized.”

“What’s the Christmas Festival?” he questioned again.

Sally smiled and decided it might be best to humor him. “Well, it’s a town celebration for Christmas. Our parents started it when we were three and it’s been going ever since.” Sally thought about all the good times she and her cousin, Penny, had shared over the years. This Christmas was going to be hard for both of them.

The man paused before he spoke again. “We? Do you have brothers or sisters?”

“No, I’m an only child. I meant my cousin and I. We both wanted to see Santa when we were very little, but there was nowhere near here where we could go. Our parents decided it would be easier if they brought Santa to our town. They ended up taking turns playing Santa. Now a lot of people come to our Festival for a chance to see Santa.”

The man looked at Sally. “And how much money do you make off of it now you’re older?”

Sally heard the sarcasm in his voice and turned to face him. He was really beginning to annoy her with all his questions. “Not a penny, actually. In fact we serve refreshments free of charge and offer used clothing and toys to those who need it. Shopping in the store increases naturally, but that’s all. My cousin, Penny, will supply the Christmas tree and I’ll decorate it. She does some of the baking, along with some other ladies in town who volunteer. It’s a true Christmas Festival.”

The stranger stood up straight and shifted uncomfortably. “I’m impressed. You could probably make a fair amount of money if you charged for some things, especially the refreshments.”

“No, thank you. That’s big city talk, not small town talk.”

“Maybe. But you could consider—”

“No. We won’t change the Festival,” Sally insisted, staring the man straight in the face.

“Has anyone ever told you you’re stubborn?” the stranger asked with a grin that almost won her over.

Quickly Sally turned away, afraid he would see the tears that his remark had brought. That had been one of her father’s frequent complaints about both her and her mother. Except his had been full of love. The sudden memory made Sally’s heart ache.

“Hey, what did I say?” the man asked, moving to stand nearer to Sally. “I was only teasing. I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He put his hand on her arm, tugging her gently to face him.

“It’s okay…I’m okay. It’s just my father made that complaint frequently,” she whispered.

“Damn! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—most everything around here must remind you of them.”

“Yes, it does,” Sally answered, quickly wiping away her tears. She didn’t want to think about how close she was standing to this strange man, how reassuring his arms felt holding hers and how good he smelled.

The bell over the front door jingled as it opened and a customer came in. Sally moved herself away from the man and composed herself before turning to the customer.

“Good morning, Mrs Ellison. How may I help you?” Sally asked, stepping toward the lady, grateful for the interruption.

“I’ve come for some of that yarn I bought last week. It’s part of a Christmas gift I’m making for my granddaughter.”

“Oh, yes, I remember. It’s right this way.” Sally led the lady to the yarn section and pulled out the exact shade she wanted. “Now, is there anything else I can get you? I just got in some special face cream that you might want to try.”

“Really? Will it make my wrinkles go away?”

“It doesn’t promise that, but I think it will soften them a little,” Sally answered smiling at the elderly lady.

Sally led her to the newest product the store had to offer. Mrs Ellison ended up buying a jar of the cream. And she added two new coloring books, for her granddaughter’s Christmas stocking, too.

When she left the store, the stranger was still there.

“Nice job of selling up.”

“Thank you,” Sally said coolly, wondering why he was still hanging around. “Is there anything I can show you before you leave?”

“Will you have lunch with me?” he asked suddenly, taking Sally by surprise.

Sally stared at the man. “No, I don’t leave for lunch.”

“Then dinner?”

“This is a busy time of the year.”

“You have to eat sometime. I’ll find a place to stay and be back about six o’clock. Please? I don’t like to eat alone.”

Sally knew that she shouldn’t get involved with this man. It immediately made her miss her parents, and she felt a sudden stab to her heart. They wouldn’t have let her go without a warning. After all, the man was a handsome stranger and new to town. What’s more he was a city guy, and had already made it clear that he thought differently to Sally. But she was on her own now and had to make her own decisions. Nervously, she nodded, instinctively trusting that she would be okay with this man, even though she hardly knew him. “There’s only one decent restaurant in town. The Diamond Back is one block down. I’ll meet you there at six.”

“Great. I’ll see you then,” he said, smiling again and sending shivers down Sally’s back. And then he walked out of the store.

All day, no matter how busy she was, Sally couldn’t get the man out of her head. Nor could she forget why he was here.

She would never consider training someone to take over the store. With a non-compete agreement, at least she would know that the future of the store would be safe from competition from someone with insider information. She supposed it wouldn’t hurt to show someone how she did things and she certainly needed more help, since she was trying to fill the roles of both parents plus her own jobs.

She had two ladies who came in to help her during the day and they at least allowed her to eat lunch if the store wasn’t too busy. She had Billy, but he often left at five, since there were no deliveries in the evenings.

Sally lived in a very nice house on the street right behind the store. Her parents had loved its location and it meant she only had to take a very short walk to get to work. Sally brought her lunch and dinner from home so that she could make sure she was on hand if anything came up.

Today, Sally had been relieved when the time came for her to take her break. She had decided to spend the time working on the store’s books, something her father had taught her to do when she was sixteen. Her mind drifted back to the times they had spent making sure the books were all up-to-date and correct. It wasn’t that she hadn’t expected to own the store—Sally had been fully prepared to take over, but had thought it would happen when her parents retired. Their deaths had come much too soon.

Sally sat staring into space and began to think about her dinner date for this evening. He was certainly a handsome man, but she now realized she didn’t even know his name!

It wasn’t often that people wandered into Bailey by chance. It was a small town in the northern part of the state. The mountains surrounding Bailey kept it away from the world, and only those who sought out Bailey would come across it.

Which meant the man had been telling the truth about the agreement her dad and Wilbur Hunt had made. Why else would he have come here? Her father had never mentioned anything about his idea to either her or her mother. But then again he hadn’t expected to die so suddenly, either.