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Yuletide Twins
Yuletide Twins

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Yuletide Twins

Язык: Английский
Год издания: 2018
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Merely thinking about that day when she realized that she was pregnant and when Jared practically demanded that she end the pregnancy caused Laura’s stomach to pitch. She’d jumped into that relationship headfirst and had been undeniably stupid. She wouldn’t make that mistake again. Oh, no, it would be a long time before she handed her heart over. But when she did, she knew what she wanted. A guy who was honest. A guy who was faithful. A guy who loved her completely—no one else, just Laura—and a guy who she loved the very same way.

She flinched as an image of David carrying her luggage up the stairs overtook her thoughts. David, giving her a job. David, holding her hand to help her stand. That was the kind of guy she wanted next time, but she simply wasn’t ready for that yet. Not that it mattered. There was still the fact that she’d dated his friend, was having his babies, in fact. And the fact that she didn’t exactly look the part of a girl anyone would date, seven months pregnant and waddling. And, as far as David was concerned, she didn’t share his faith. Not anymore. She’d given up on God because she assumed He’d given up on her.

Plenty of reasons for David not to look at her beyond friendship. Which was good. Exactly what she wanted.

Really.

The bell on the front door rang, and Laura turned to see the object of her thoughts entering with a big brown box tucked under one arm. He wore a black cashmere sweater over a blue-and-white striped button-down shirt, well-worn jeans and black boots. He scanned the store. “No customers?”

She shook her head then tucked a wayward lock of hair behind her ear. In spite of all of the cute maternity clothes her mother had bought her for the pregnancy, she never felt like she looked half as good as he did. Because right now, he looked very good. She stopped herself from attempting to check her reflection in the nearest window and tried to control the nervousness that had started occurring whenever her boss came around. “It’s been a slow hour,” she said. Truthfully, it’d been a slow week, but she wouldn’t point out the obvious.

“That’s okay. It’ll give us time to check out what we got in the mail.” A dark wave of brown hair shifted to cover one eye as he nudged the door shut with his shoulder. He jerked his head to the side to toss it back into place. Laura liked the way he managed to dress neat but also look rumpled, like he’d taken in a game of Frisbee on the square on his way to the post office. In college, he’d often played ultimate Frisbee with Jared and several of the other guys they hung around. Even though David gave the appearance of being Mr. Studious, he’d surprised everyone with his athleticism and competitiveness on the quad. Laura had thought it funny that he’d turned out to be the superb athlete in the bunch, something Jared and the gang hadn’t expected.

Funny...and impressive.

She shook the memory of David running and diving for those soaring discs and told herself she would stop recalling anything about him that might be considered overly appealing. He was appealing enough without being an athlete, too. But this was a business relationship between friends. He’d given her a job and helped her find a place to stay, and he’d watched over her since she arrived in Claremont like any good friend would do. So this emotion that kept creeping in was gratitude. That was it, gratitude. And she had to keep reminding herself of that fact.

“The Boxcar books came in today. I got a case, forty-eight books. You really think we might have that many kids show up?”

Laura had asked him to get the books Tuesday morning, before she realized that the bookstore didn’t appear to hold its own moneywise. Now she feared if she didn’t have that many kids to purchase those books, she’d end up costing him more than she made. She swallowed. David had helped her too much for her to hurt his business, so she would make this work; she had to. “Sure we will,” she said, and did her best to sound upbeat, enthusiastic, excited even.

His smile said he bought it, and Laura breathed a sigh of relief. If David was right and the majority of the town showed up tonight for the First Friday event, she’d focus on finding kids to join that club...and selling their parents the book. David might not have had the time to figure out ways to make money for himself and his store, but Laura wasn’t about to work here and not offer some sort of appreciation for the deal. And her appreciation would come in the form of more customers for her boss.

“You do realize that there’s no way we could handle forty-eight kids in the children’s area at once. I’d say we couldn’t seat more than fifteen at the most,” he said.

Laura hadn’t thought about that, but he had a point. And if she sold all of those books, she’d need to make sure she had room for all of the kids. “What if we had the book club each day after school instead of only on Mondays?” She remembered what Zeb said about potentially starting a teen book club, too. “And if we did additional book clubs for teens or adults, we could put those later in the day.”

“You’re counting on this taking off, aren’t you?” he asked.

“I am,” she admitted. “It’d be a good thing for the store, wouldn’t it?”

“Definitely a good thing.” He picked up the list of kids who had already signed up for the book club. “Nine so far.” His mouth slid to the side as he silently read the names. “I know all of these kids, and some of them aren’t even close in age. Nathan and Autumn are both nine, maybe ten. And Kaden, Abi and Andy are all younger, six or seven, I’d say. Do you think we should divide them up by age?”

“That’s a good idea,” Laura said. “I’ll call the ones on the list, get the specific ages and let them know we’ll set up the book club so that each day of the week corresponds with a different age bracket. I think that’d be more enjoyable for the kids because that’d put them with their friends from school and most likely with those on the same reading level.”

“Except for kids like Kaden, who need a challenge,” David said, obviously remembering Mandy’s comment.

Laura laughed. She’d been around Mandy and her family a good bit this week because they were often in the gallery when she went to her apartment at night. Kaden was an adorable little boy, but he was one of the most inquisitive children she’d ever met. Laura now understood what his teacher meant by saying he needed a challenge. “I think Kaden could probably go with an older group of kids, as far as the reading level, but since they will be reading the books on their own and mainly talking about what they’ve read here, I think he’ll enjoy being with his own age, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do,” David agreed. He looked at Laura, and his attention moved to her cheek, where that wayward lock of hair curled against her skin. Laura knew what he was about to do, so she could have quickly tucked the strands out of the way herself, but for some strange reason, she didn’t. Instead she held her breath as David tenderly slid his finger against her skin and eased the lock in place. “You’re going to be an excellent teacher.”

A tingle of something echoed from the point where his finger touched her skin, ricocheting through her senses and then settling in her chest. Laura didn’t know if the effect was from his compassionate touch or his earnest words. Or both.

Ready to get control of her emotions, she walked back to the children’s area and said, “Zeb came by while you were gone. Come see what he did for us.” She picked up the sketch pad from the table and turned it so David could see the drawing. “I’m going to make a boxcar to decorate the children’s reading nook. If we use this design, they could climb inside and pretend they’re on the actual boxcar while we talk about the story. We can use some of the beanbags and pillows already in the reading nook.”

Even before she looked to verify the fact, she knew that David had moved closer to look at the drawing. She could sense the warmth of his body next to hers, and she turned to see that his face—as she suspected—was mere inches from her own. A hint of cologne teased the air, and she fought the urge to inhale...or move closer.

“It sounds like a great idea,” he said. “Um, did Zeb mention how much he thought the materials would run?”

He couldn’t disguise the worry in his tone, and it reinforced Laura’s quest to make, rather than lose, money for his store. It also pulled her out of the uncomfortable moment of attraction that she was pretty sure only occurred on her side of this fence.

“He said since Diane Marsh’s grandson is one of the kids participating in the book club, she’d probably donate the craft board and other materials we might need. And he said he thought you could make the wooden stands to hold the boxcar from crates that are usually kept behind the store.”

The worry lines that’d shown on David’s forehead as he’d looked at the drawing disappeared as his face slid into a grin. “Leave it to Zeb to get it all worked out. Zeb and you, I mean. This is a great idea, and if Diane will donate the materials, that’d make it even better.”

“I’ll go see her right now,” Laura said. “I’d like to have it ready for First Friday.”

David looked at the circular clock above the entrance showing straight-up noon. “You realize that’s only six hours from now, right?”

“Then I’d better get busy.” Laughing, she grabbed her purse and turned to leave, but then stopped when her cell started ringing the song “Daddy’s Hands.” “Hang on, that’s my dad.” Her father taught middle school history, and even though he was probably on his lunch break, she knew he never made personal calls from the school. She answered. “Daddy? Anything wrong?”

He exhaled thickly over the line. “Laura, I hate to bother you, and I sure don’t want to worry you, but I need to ask...have you heard from your mother today?”

Laura had called her parents each night this week to let them know how things were going at the bookstore, how she was settling in, and then yesterday how the appointment with the new doctor had gone. But she hadn’t heard from her mother since she hung up the phone with them last night. “I haven’t. Did she leave again?”

“I don’t know what’s going on, hon, but it’s been so much worse this year, since this summer. She isn’t happy, and I honestly don’t know what to do anymore. She wanted to go on that cruise in August, before I had to start back at the school, and I took her, but that still didn’t help. And she wanted to go on regular dates, and we’ve been doing that, or trying to—she’s been working more hours at the mall, you know.” He sounded miserable, the way he always sounded whenever her mother did another round of leaving to “find herself.”

“She isn’t answering her cell?”

“Goes straight to voice mail. She must have it turned off.”

“Was she supposed to work today?” Laura asked.

“She was, but Nan, the store manager, called me to see where she was this morning when she didn’t show up at the store. I was afraid she’d had an accident or something, since she’s never late for work, and I started trying to call her cell. And like I said, it went straight to voice mail. But I just called Nan back to see if she ever heard from her, and she said that your mother called in and said she was taking a personal day.” He paused. “She’d assumed your mother would’ve called and told me.”

“Of course she did,” Laura said. Because that’s what a normal wife would do. But something was different this time, because regardless of how many times Marjorie Holland had left without warning, she always planned her disappearances on her days off. She could leave Laura’s father and Laura without any explanation whatsoever, but she would never miss a day of work and risk someone else taking her sales.

“I’ll try calling her, but I’m sure you’re right,” Laura said. “If she doesn’t want to talk to us, she won’t.”

“I know, dear. But, well, if you hear from her, will you call me, text me, whatever is more convenient? I just want to know that she’s okay.”

“I will, Daddy.” She disconnected then immediately dialed her mother. Sure enough, it went straight to voice mail.

“She left again?” David asked.

Laura dropped the cell in her purse. “I don’t know how he does it, goes through this over and over without any rhyme or reason to why she acts the way she does.” For years, especially when she was younger, Laura would cry whenever her mother mysteriously disappeared. But those tears were done. Crying never helped, and Laura wasn’t going to let her mother upset her now. It wasn’t good for the babies if Laura was stressed, so she would not get stressed.

“You want to talk about it?” David asked, the concern in his voice evident.

She’d talked to David about her mother’s peculiar behavior a few times when they were at UT, but she didn’t want to spend their time today analyzing the mystery that was Marjorie Holland. “Nope. I want to go buy what we need to build a boxcar. Or rather, have it all donated to the cause.”

He spotted a book out of order on a shelf, withdrew it and then began running his finger along the spines to find the correct spot. “Okay,” he said, “but get some lunch while you’re out. I don’t want you forgetting to eat because you’re trying to finish that boxcar.”

“Don’t worry.” She pointed to her stomach. “They don’t let me forget.”

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