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  Merry Christmas indeed.

  Chapter Two

  Maci

  Every time the radio station played Jingle Bells I feared I’d suffer permanent brain damage. Sure, it was a great song. I’d even enjoyed it the first two or three times I’d heard it, but that had been way back in October, when retail stores started prepping for the Christmas rush by blasting Christmas music on repeat in every single store.

  I mean seriously, why couldn’t they have the decency to at least wait until after Thanksgiving? Why aren’t there Thanksgiving songs that could provide something of a buffer? Alas, no, there are just eight straight weeks of the same song, in maybe twenty different versions, performed over and over and over again.

  With two weeks to go until Christmas, I felt the last shreds of my sanity slipping away. Of course it didn’t help that even when I wasn’t working my crappy, seasonal mall job, where the cheery music played on a nonstop loop, I was listening to the radio at home where there was—you guessed it—more Christmas music, in hopes of winning the year’s hottest, gotta-have-it toy, a Livia Kid’s Tablet. The only thing my daughter, Alyssa, had talked about since way before the holiday tunes started. Every radio station held contests and drawings for the damn thing and if they called your number you had to be tuned in to win. Of course, I was also entered into a dozen different online contests and stalked Facebook, eBay, and Craig’s List for any signs of one of the coveted gadgets.

  Lyss and I had been through the ringer the past few Christmases and I was determined to get this one right. It was the driving force that enabled me to leave my forty-hour a week office job only to drive across town to the Cascadia Mall three times a week to my second job at Jasper & Benson, an upscale kid’s clothing store where a pair of miniature cargo pants cost more than my weekly grocery budget. I also spent most weekends working the customer service booth at the store, trying to cram as many hours in before Christmas as I could.

  Unfortunately, my piece-of-junk car had other plans for me. So, instead of listening to Deck the Halls inside the too-warm clothing store, I was sitting in the driver’s seat of my clunker one evening, rubbing my hands together to attempt to stave of frostbite while I waited for the tow truck to show up.

  My phone rang and I nearly jumped out of my skin. “Hello?” I said, teeth chattering.

  “Maci? Where are you?”

  It was Honey, one of my co-workers at Jasper & Benson.

  “My shitty car broke down. I’m waiting for a tow and then I’ll hop on a bus to the mall. I already called in to tell them I’d be late.”

  Honey sighed. “You need to get that damn thing fixed.”

  I rolled my eyes. Gee, there’s a novel idea. Why didn’t I think of that?

  “Preaching to the choir, sister,” I grumbled.

  A pair of headlights flashed behind me. I checked the rear view and breathed a sigh of relief.

  “Hey, I gotta go. My knight in grease monkey coveralls is finally here.”

  Honey laughed and hung up the phone.

  Three hours—and two-hundred and fifty dollars later—I arrived at the mall. A huge line of people blocked the main entrance and I sighed. “Right, Santa’s here,” I said under my breath as I skirted around the large crowd waiting in line to meet Santa and pet the pen full of live reindeer. The Cascadia Mall couldn’t compete with the neighboring Mall of America, but it held its own share of the market. Namely, the rich and snobby crowd. The stores were upscale, boutique style and while there wasn’t a dress code per se, the security did a convincing job at harassing anyone who looked a little too trashy to be there. Their annual Christmas events were in a league of their own. Hence the live reindeer.

  Once upon a time I would have been one of the well-dressed moms, standing in the intimidating line, waiting to fork out a hundred bucks for Alyssa to have a photo op with Santa. The proceeds even went to charity. Now a days, everything was different. I couldn’t imagine shelling out that kind of cash for pictures. I’d sold off most of my designer clothes on eBay in order to pay for pesky things like dentist appointments and fees for Alyssa’s after school daycare.

  I’d had several framed photos taken of Alyssa as a baby and toddler, sitting in the chair with Santa, me and her dad flanking them on either side, all of us flashing wide, deliriously happy smiles. I’d left those photos in the bottom of the Christmas decoration boxes this year. It was too painful. I was over Mark but the memory of an easier life, where I didn’t have to worry about every penny was a harder pill to swallow. He’d gone MIA a long time ago, and the child support vanished with him. Most days I felt like a shadow of my former self. Instead of being happy and living in the moment with Alyssa, I fretted whether a check would bounce or if I’d have enough cash to put gas in the car. My credit cards were maxed out and I felt maxed out right along with them.

  When I managed to get past the Santa swarm, I hustled to work and made a beeline for my locker inside the break room. Honey was already there, taking her ten. She glanced up from her phone—probably playing whatever version of Candy Crush was popular at the moment. “There you are! Oh my God, you missed all the fun.”

  “What fun?” I asked, shoving my purse into my locker. I slammed the door and spun the dial on the combination lock.

  “You know how normally there’s some old fatty doing the whole Santa gig?”

  I turned to the mirror and started corralling my wavy, half-curls into a ponytail. “Sure.”

  “Well, we got ourselves a major upgrade this year!” Honey giggled.

  Before I could reply, a bobby pin between my front teeth, a trio of associates walked in, all laughing amongst themselves. “Honey, did you see that fine piece of ass in Santa’s throne?”

  Honey laughed. “I was just telling Maci.”

  Angie, one of the lead cashiers gripped my arm. “Girl, I am telling you! He looks like he knows how to stuff a stocking!”

  Honey cackled. “He can slide up my chimney anytime he wants.”

  A surprised laugh burst from me. “Wow!”

  Honey blushed but gave an innocent shrug. “Just saying . . . if Mrs. Clause isn’t keeping it fresh, I’m more than willing to fill the void.”

  Angie laughed. “Right there with you! I mean, wow. Those cheekbones! If I was a few years younger—”

  “And single?” I pointed out.

  Angie flapped a hand. “Derrick would give me a hall pass. I already have one in case I ever meet Tom Hardy.”

  “Right.” I rolled my eyes. “All right, ladies, as much as I hate to go, I have a horde of angry customers to tend to.”

  “Okay but on your break, you have to go walk by Santa’s workshop,” Honey insisted, turning her attention back to her phone.

  I pushed open the door. “I’ll try my best.”

  I was still laughing to myself as I wove through the store and took my place at the customer service booth. After the divorce, I’d fully sworn off men. Rebounding from the divorce had taken the better part of two years and while my faith in marriage and monogamy wasn’t completely shattered, I definitely wasn’t in a hurry to put myself back in the line of fire. Perfect cheekbones or not.

  Of course, Santa’s shack was empty when I walked by on my way to the food court four hours later. The mall was an hour away from closing and apparently Santa had already absconded back to the North Pole for the night. In general I tried to avoid the food court but my stomach was begging for something more than a vending machine granola bar and the meal I’d carefully packed the night before was still in the back seat of my DOA car sitting in a shop on the other side of town.

  So, off to the Pizza Express I went.

  The food court was packed. It took ten minutes just to get a slice of veggie pizza and another five to realize that literally every table was occupied or piled with trash and food from the previous occupant. I glanced around, looking for a mall employee that might be clearing tables, but couldn’t find anyone or even a bus tub left behind from the last attendant. As a mom,
I was an expert at eating standing up, but I really didn’t want to. My feet ached from running around my office all day and then the last four hours in kitten heels behind the customer service desk. I wanted to sit. I wanted to eat. In that order.

  In my desperate search, my gaze snagged on a handsome man wearing a sweater and pair of dark wash jeans. He glanced up at the same time and smiled politely at me. I darted my glance away and looked back around the crazy scene before circling back only to find him still watching me. Still smiling, he gestured at the seat across from him. My heart thumped as I gave a final panicked look around but it was either accept the handsome stranger’s invitation or go sit on the stairs that ran alongside the escalator to the first floor.

  What the hell? A dinner with a hot man certainly wouldn’t be the low point of my day.

  “Thanks,” I said as I set my tray on the edge of the man’s table. He was even more heart-stopping up close. Dark blue eyes set off with thick, black lashes—the kind most women would give up a kidney for—a strong nose and chiseled jaw. A dimple appeared in his right cheek when he flashed a lop-sided smile.

  Well shit.

  “You’re very welcome,” he replied in a voice that was the definition of swoon-worthy. “I’m Alex.”

  I shook his outstretched hand and then sank down onto the metal chair. “Maci.”

  “Pretty,” he said, not specifying that he meant my name. That was what he meant, wasn’t it?

  Ah, hello over-analysis Maci. It’s been a while. Welcome back.

  Sheesh. And people wonder why I didn’t want to try dating. I couldn’t even talk to an attractive man for five minutes without over-thinking every moment.

  “I wasn’t expecting it to be so crazy,” Alex said, looking around the food court dining area. “It’s been a while since I’ve been to this mall.”

  I laughed softly and gathered up my oversize slice of pizza. The clock was winding down. As much as I didn’t want to stuff my face in front of the gorgeous man, I also needed to eat. Fast.

  “You just getting started on your holiday shopping?” he asked.

  I raised an eyebrow.

  He smiled, showing off that yummy little dimple again. “You don’t have any bags.”

  “Oh, right.” I took a bite and hurried to swallow. “I work here, just seasonally. Christmas cash grab.”

  “Aha.”

  I looked at the bags on the seat beside Alex. “What about you? Score any good deals?”

  He followed my gaze, almost surprised to see the pile of glossy shopping bags. “Oh, yeah, just a few things.”

  My phone rang, buzzing loudly against the table. I’d placed it beside my tray to keep an eye on the clock. I was already in the shit with my boss for missing half of my shift. I didn’t need to be late getting back from my break. As much as I hated the job, and would be rejoicing when January rolled around and they’d lay me off, I needed the money. I snatched up the phone. “Shit. I gotta—”

  Alex held up a hand. “Go ahead.”

  I abandoned the pizza and took a few steps away from the table. “Hey, Kyle. What’s the damage?”

  Kyle, my mechanic, sighed heavily. “Maci, I hate to do this to you, but she needs a new transmission.”

  My eyes slid closed. Everything moved in slow motion for a moment before thrusting into a mental panic parade. “Damn it!”

  “I’ve been on it since you dropped it off but that’s where we’re at. Listen, I can order one in and get it taken care of but it’s gonna take some time. Everything takes for-fucking-ever this time of year. Can you get a rental?”

  My nose burned. No, no, no. Not right now, Maci.

  “We’ll set up a payment plan for you, for the repairs,” Kyle rushed to offer. He’d been my mechanic for years, back before the world had caved in on my head. He’d been good to me over the years. I suspected he hoped one day I’d want his hands on more than just my car engine but never pressed the issue.

  “Thanks, Kyle. I’ll try to work something out until then.” I sighed and nodded, giving myself an internal pep talk. “I’ll swing by tomorrow to get Alyssa’s car seat and some of the other stuff I have crammed in there. Hey, there’s a container of lasagna in the ice chest in the back seat. All yours if you want it.”

  Kyle chuckled. “Thanks, Maci. I’ll see you tomorrow and we’ll sit down and talk numbers.”

  “Have a good night.”

  We hung up and I took a moment to gather myself before turning back to the table. Alex gave me a concerned look. “Everything okay?”

  No.

  “Yep!”

  He raised an eyebrow.

  Shit, when did my fake-happy voice stop working? Add that to the list of things that had gone to hell.

  I grabbed the tray with my half-eaten piece of pizza. “Thanks for letting me sit with you. Good luck with the rest of your shopping.”

  “Maci, are you—”

  I hustled away before he could finish his question. I didn’t want to be anywhere in his line of sight when the ugly tears started falling.

  Chapter Three

  Alex

  I spent an hour shopping and then headed out to my dad’s fifteen-year-old Buick. He’d insisted on picking me up at the airport and refused to let me rent a car. I’d gone along with it, mostly because I had no intention of going anywhere during my time home. When the Santa gig got sprung on me, he’d offered up the keys to his Buick and I had serious high school flashbacks.

  I arranged the shopping bags in the spacious trunk and climbed behind the wheel. Santa’s workshop closed an hour before the mall did, giving enough time for the elves to clear out the reindeer and get them loaded back into the horse trailer that took them to their holding pen across town. I’d changed out of the suit and ripped off the fake beard and hat. Six hours in the damn thing had been more than enough. For the most part the kids had been great. Sure, there’d been a couple of criers and even a handful of kids that were scared of me, but the parents were the real nightmare. All bitchy and impatient, rushing their small ones through the photo op as though all that mattered was the glossy photo package handed to them on their way out of the indoor winter wonderland.

  It had been a while since the last time I thought about having a family of my own, but I knew, sure as shit, that I wouldn’t be one of those bullying parents, barely listening to what their kid had to say before shuttling them off to the next activity.

  As I pulled out of the massive lot, I passed a brightly lit bus stop and did a double take. There, under the narrow shelter, hiding away from the light snowfall was the woman who’d joined me at my table in the food court. Maci. She didn’t notice as I pulled up alongside the bus stop. She was engrossed with whatever was on her phone. I wondered what it was. Did she catch up with friends and family on social media? Was she reading a book? The news? Her frown deepened at whatever it was.

  I leaned over the center console and cranked the window down. “Hey! Maci, right?”

  She looked up, surprise registering on her pretty face. Her long, dark hair was currently concealed by a wool stocking cap. Even though she’d bundled herself into a thick winter coat, I’d gotten a glimpse at what she wore underneath earlier in the evening. And based on the way the jade wrap dress had clung to her soft curves, I’d come up with a pretty good idea of what she looked like underneath that too. Granted, I certainly wouldn’t pass up the chance to inspect it for myself and see if my mental images came anywhere close to the beauty of the real thing. She certainly hadn’t been trying to get my attention, but when she’d hustled away from the table, my eyes had been firmly glued on her shapely ass.

  “What are you doing here?” she asked, her tone wary.

  Right, you look like a fucking stalker, I reminded myself.

  “I was just headed out and thought I’d see if you needed a ride somewhere.”

  She cocked her head. “The bus is on its way. Thanks though. Have a good night.” She waggled her fingers.

  I laughed. “I
swear I’m not some crazy ax-murderer, even though I do realize this is how 99% of Criminal Minds episodes start out.”

  That got a smile. My pulse quickened. God, she was beautiful, especially when she smiled. Her full lips were made for kissing. Maci was one of those striking women who had absolutely no idea they were so fucking gorgeous.

  “I’m glad to hear that. I try to avoid having dinner with serial killers.” She laughed, a puff of chilled air surrounding her for a moment. “I’m really okay though. Shouldn’t be more than twenty minutes.”

  “Twenty minutes? Damn.”

  She shrugged.

  “Come on, please, I can’t leave you out here shivering, alone at a bus stop.” I stretched and popped the lock on the passenger door. It took a little straining against my seat belt but I pushed it open. “It’s warm in here. I’ll let you pick the radio station.”

  She dragged her luscious lower lip between her teeth, looked up and down the street, and then back at me. “All right, fine. But as a warning, I have a pepper spray key-chain. So no shenanigans.”

  I placed one hand over my heart. “This is a shenanigan-free zone. You have my word.”

  She got up from the metal bench, brushed off her backside, and then headed for the passenger seat. She slid inside, shut the door, and buckled up. “You actually had me when you said I could pick the radio station. I’ve been up to my eyeballs in Christmas music since about six-thirty this morning and I’m about to lose my shit.”

  I laughed out loud and cranked up the heat. “Six-thirty?”

  She nodded, peeled off her gloves and spread her fingers over the heating vents. “This is my second job. I work at a dentist office and then come here. I have a car but it broke down on me, for the third time this year, on my way from my office to here. That was who called at dinner, my mechanic.”

  “Ouch. I’m sorry.”

  “Yeah. Needs a new transmission.”

  “Damn.”

  She chuckled, the kind of what-else-can-you-do laugh. “I probably should just offer to sleep with the guy. Maybe he’d just charge me for the parts.”