My heart hammers â the last thing I need is more competition.
âYeah, he isâwhat did you think small goods was?â
I sigh inwardly. âWell, small goods, with an emphasis on the small ââ
CeeCee butts in. âMaybe a few cheeses, some oâ that fancy coffee. What, he gonna start making gingerbread houses too now, and pumpkin pies, and whatnot?â She places her hands on her hips, and is getting up a full head of steam. âThat just ainât how we do business round here.â
Walt scratches the back of his neck. âI thought you knew. Heâs been advertising in the paperâ¦â
I castigate myself for not being more observant, but I donât want to make Walt feel any more uncomfortable than he already is.
âThatâs OK, Walt. I might have a little chat with him, later on. CeeCee made a nice batch of apple pies yesterday. Iâm going to give you one for Janey. You tell her we appreciate her custom, OK?â
CeeCee adds a pie to the box with Waltâs ham and turkey. âNice big chunks of apple, too. You make sure you heat it up first, OK?â
He takes his wallet out and hands CeeCee some cash. âThank you, girls. She surely will appreciate that.â
âYou have a good Christmas, if we donât see you before,â I say, nodding to him.
âSame goes for you. And thanks, I hope you sort it all out.â
âDonât you even think of it,â CeeCee says.
We wait for Walt to leave, and I expel a pent-up breath. âWell, no wonder!â I pace the floor and silently curse my own stupidity.
CeeCee wrings her hands on a tea towel. âLookie here, maybe he just donât know. You should go on over there and tell him.â
âHow can he not know? Itâs a small townâany idiot can work it out. You think heâs going to start catering too?â
I walk to the window and stare out. There he is, waving like a fool. At me. I glare at him and stomp back to the bench. âHeâs trying to make nice. Well, that wonât wash. Iâm going over there to tell him what I think of him!â
CeeCee sighs. âWait, donât go over there and have a hissy fit. That ainât gonna help matters.â
âHeâs got no business stealing our customers. And Iâm going to tell him that.â
I bundle my apron, fling it on a table, and march out of the shop. The cold air stings my skin, and I rue the fact I didnât put my jacket on. Damon sees me coming, and smiles; his big brown puppy-dog eyes look kindly at me, but that doesnât stop me for a minute. Heâs a shark. A charlatan. And Iâm going to tell him so.
He walks out to the stoop of his shop. âHey,â he says, sweet as pie. âI was going to come over and introduce myself this afternoon.â
âWho do you think you are?â I stuff my hands into the pockets of my jeans, and resist the urge to stamp my foot.
âSorry?â His forehead creases, adding to his rugged good looks. He sure can play the innocent, all right.
âYou think you can just move into town and steal my customers? Donât think I donât know what youâre doing!â The street comes alive as shoppers stop to watch. Thisâll be spread round town before Iâm even done talking.
He looks truly bamboozled, but I know itâs an act. Iâve seen plenty of men like him. Heâs dressed like some kind of cowboy, tight denim jeans that hug in all the right places, a red checker shirt, unbuttoned one too many buttons, exposing his chest. This infuriates me. Good looks like that, heâs going to be popular and Iâm going to suffer for it. I can see the ladies of this town, frocking up, smearing all kinds of gloop on their faces, while they parade around his shop, pretending to be interested in whatever it is heâs selling.
âIâm really not following, ah, Missâ¦â He rubs a hand
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