Trading Christmas - Debbie Macomber [86]
Cait was dressed and waiting for Joe early the next morning. “Joe,” she cried, throwing open her apartment door, “I could just kiss you.”
He was dressed in faded jeans and a hip-length bronze-colored leather jacket. “Hey, I’m not stopping you,” he said, opening his arms.
Cait ignored the invitation. “Paul phoned me last night.” She didn’t even try to contain her excitement; she felt like leaping and skipping and singing out loud.
“Paul did?” Joe sounded surprised.
“Yes. It was shortly after you left. He thanked me for giving him an interesting article I found in one of the business journals and—this is the good part—he asked if I was alone…as if it really mattered to him.”
“If you were alone?” Joe repeated, and frowned. “What’s that got to do with anything?”
“Don’t you understand?” For all his intelligence Joe could be pretty obtuse sometimes. “He wanted to know if you were here with me. It makes sense, doesn’t it? Paul’s jealous, only he doesn’t realize it yet. Oh, Joe, I can’t remember ever being this happy. Not in years and years and years.”
“Because Paul Jamison phoned?”
“Don’t sound so skeptical. It’s exactly the break I’ve been waiting for all these months. Paul’s finally noticed me, and it’s thanks to you.”
“At least you’re willing to give credit where credit is due.” But he still didn’t seem particularly thrilled.
“It’s just so incredible,” she continued. “I don’t think I slept a wink last night. There was something in his voice that I’ve never heard before. Something…deep and personal. I don’t know how to explain it. For the first time in a whole year, Paul knows I’m alive!”
“Are we going Christmas shopping or not?” Joe demanded brusquely. “Damn it all, Cait, I never expected you to go soft over a stupid phone call.”
“But this wasn’t just any call,” she reminded him. She reached for her purse and her coat in one sweeping motion. “It was was from Paul.”
“You sound like a silly schoolgirl.” Joe frowned, but Cait wasn’t about to let his short temper destroy her mood. Paul had phoned her at home and she was sure that this was the beginning of a real relationship. Next he’d ask her out for lunch, and then…
They left her apartment and walked down the hall, Cait grinning all the way. Standing just outside the front doors was a huge truck with gigantic wheels. Just the type of vehicle she’d expected him to drive the night he’d taken her to Henry’s.
“This is your truck?” she asked when they were outside. She couldn’t keep the laughter out of her voice.
“Something wrong with it?”
“Not a single thing, but Joe, honestly, you are so predictable.”
“That’s not what you said yesterday.”
She grinned again as he opened the truck door, set down a stool for her and helped her climb into the cab. The seat was cluttered, but so wide she was able to shove everything to one side. When she’d made room for herself, she fastened the seat belt, snapping it jauntily in place. She was so happy, the whole world seemed delightful this morning.
“Will you quit smiling before someone suggests you’ve been overdosing on vitamins?” Joe grumbled.
“My, aren’t we testy this morning.”
“Where to?” he asked, starting the engine.
“Any of the big malls will do. You decide. Do you have your list all made out?”
Joe patted his heart. “It’s in my shirt pocket.”
“Good.”
“Have you decided what you’re going to buy for whom?”
His smile was slightly off-kilter. “Not exactly. I thought I’d follow you around and buy whatever you did. Do you know what you’re getting your mother? Mine’s damn difficult to buy for. Last year I ended up getting her a dozen bags of cat food. She’s got five cats of her own and God only knows how many strays she’s feeding.”
“At least your idea was practical.”
“Well, there’s that, and the fact that by the time I started my Christmas shopping the only store open was a supermarket.”
Cait laughed.