Christmas on 4th Street (Fool's Gold #12.5)(25)

Besides, he owed Noelle. She’d been there for him the previous day. From her enthusiasm for the parade, to distracting him from his fight with his father, she’d been by his side.

He sipped the coffee he’d bought at Brew-haha and crossed the street. He had to give her credit. She was unconventional. He grinned at the memory of their kiss, remembering how the exploding need had nearly knocked him off his feet. For someone who danced with excitement when viewing an elephant in a Santa suit, she was one sexy woman.

He was still grinning when he rounded the corner and saw a group of people waiting outside The Christmas Attic.

No, he amended. Not people. Women. Lots of women. They formed a line and were all talking animatedly. When an old lady toward the front of the line spotted him, she called out.

“When do we get this show on the road?”

Gabriel stared at her. “We, ah, open at eight.”

The old lady glanced at her watch. “You’ve got five minutes. If you think you’re going to be late, you’re wrong.”

He nodded instead of answering, then hurried past her and opened the front door to step into the store.

Noelle was already there. She’d put on her cheerful red apron with the store logo on the front and was counting out bills as she put them into the cash register.

“There’s a line,” he said, pointing.

“I saw.” She looked up, her gaze slightly unfocused. “I don’t think I’m ready.”

“Not being ready isn’t an option. They seem determined and hostile.”

She pushed the cash register shut, then drew in a breath. “Okay. It’s going to be a long day. We’ll pace ourselves and do the best we can. If you get tired, you can rest in back. Or leave early.”

“I can make it through my shift.”

“I don’t want you relapsing.”

“Wouldn’t I have to lapse first?”

Her lack of smile told him she was nervous. He crossed to her and put his hands on her shoulders.

“You’ll do great. The store is charming and you have customers waiting. Let’s open a couple of minutes early and get this day started.”

She stared into his eyes. For a second, he thought instead of opening early, he should take the minute or so they had and kiss her. Of course, kissing would lead to him wanting more and this wasn’t the time or place. But it sure would be nice.

“Hey, you in there! It’s freezing out here.”

The comment came from outside and was accompanied by an insistent knocking. Noelle squared her shoulders.

“Okay,” she said as she marched to the front of the store. “I’m ready.”

“Me, too.”

Although it turned out he was wrong. He wasn’t ready. There was no way to be ready for the onslaught of customers. They arrived in groups of twos and threes, they lingered and they bought. Bears and trains, CDs and throws. No corner of the store went unexplored. If he wasn’t restocking, he was bagging. Every now and then he carried bags to a waiting car.

“Excuse me, young man.”

Gabriel turned and saw a pleasant-looking woman leaning heavily on a cane covered with painted purple flowers.

“Yes, ma’am. How can I help you?”

“I’m looking for a menorah for a friend of mine and I noticed the one in the side window. It’s so pretty. Having it made of glass is very unusual and I like that the candles are all different colors. Can you get it for me?”

“Of course,” he said, already heading for the stockroom. “We have one in a box.”

He passed Noelle, who smiled wearily. Five minutes later, the lady with the cane had her menorah and was heading out of the store. He was about to check on the bears when another woman stopped him.

“You’re Gabriel,” she said, eyeing him. She had white curls and wore a bright purple track suit. “Gideon’s brother.”

“Yes.”

“I’m Eddie.” She smiled. “I need you to carry this to my car.”

She handed him a box about the size of a soda can. He stared at it.

“You want me to carry that?”

“Uh-huh.” Eddie nodded. “I’m old so you have do what I say. Come on. The day’s a-wasting.”

He had no idea what was going on, but wasn’t about to tell the seventy-something woman no. She led him out of the store and down the sidewalk. They walked to the corner and she pointed to a late model sedan. When they reached it, he handed her the package.

She smiled. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Still confused about what she’d wanted, he turned, only to feel her pat his butt. He spun back. Her expression was both innocent and satisfied.

No, he told himself. He’d imagined the light touch. And if he hadn’t, there was nothing he could do about it.

“Ah, have a nice day,” he mumbled before backing toward the store.

The steady stream of customers continued until Noelle closed and locked the door at six-fifteen. They’d both been on their feet since seven that morning.

“My feet hurt,” she said, untying her apron. “My back hurts and I’m starving.”

“Me, too, and an old lady patted my butt.”

Noelle looked at him and started laughing. “You’re making that up.”