lowered her slowly to the asphalt and released her with seeming reluctance. âI need a coffee break,â he announced grimly.
âBut we just arrived.â
Joe forcefully expelled his breath. âIt doesnât matter. I need something to calm my nerves.â
If he needed a caffeine fix so early in the day, Cait wondered how heâd manage during the next few hours. The stores quickly became crowded this time of year, especially on a Saturday. By ten it would be nearly impossible to get from one aisle to the next.
By twelve, she knew: Joe disliked Christmas shopping every bit as much as sheâd expected.
âIâve had it,â Joe complained after making three separate trips back to the truck to deposit their spoils.
âMe, too,â Cait agreed laughingly. âThis place is turning into a madhouse.â
âHow about some lunch?â Joe suggested. âSomeplace far away from here. Like Tibet.â
Cait laughed again and tucked her arm in his. âThat sounds like a great idea.â
Outside, they noticed several cars circling the lot looking for a parking space and three of them rushed to fill the one Joe vacated. Two cars nearly collided in their eagerness. One man leapt out of his and shook an angry fist at the other driver.
âSo much for peace and goodwill,â Joe commented. âI swear Christmas brings out the worst in everyone.â
âAnd the best,â Cait reminded him.
âTo be honest, I donât know what crammed shoppingmalls and fighting the crowds and all this commercialism have to do with Christmas in the first place,â he grumbled. A car cut in front of him, and Joe blared his horn.
âQuite a lot when you think about it,â Cait said softly. âImagine the streets of Bethlehem, the crowds and the noiseâ¦â The Christmas before, fresh from a shopping expedition, Cait had asked herself the same question. Christmas seemed so commercial. The crowds had been unbearable. First at Northgate, where she did most of her shopping and then at the airport. Sea-Tac had been filled with activity and noise, everyone in a hurry to get someplace else. There seemed to be little peace or good cheer and a whole lot of selfish concern and rudeness. Then, in the tranquility of church on Christmas Eve, everything had come into perspective for Cait. There had been crowds and rudeness that first Christmas, too, she reasoned. Yet in the midst of that confusion had come joy and peace and love. For most people, it was still the same. Christmas gifts and decorations and dinners were, after all, expressions of the love you felt for your family and friends. And if the preparations sometimes got a bit chaotic, well, that no longer bothered Cait.
âWhere should we go to eat?â Joe asked, breaking into her thoughts. They were barely moving, stuck in heavy traffic.
She looked over at him and smiled serenely. âAny place will do. Thereâre several excellent restaurants close by. You choose, only let it be my treat this time.â
âWeâll talk about who pays later. Right now, Iâm more concerned with getting out of this traffic sometime within my life span.â
Still smiling, Cait said, âI donât think itâll take much longer.â
He returned her smile. âI donât, either.â His eyes held hers for what seemed an eternityâuntil someone behind them honked irritably. Joe glanced up and saw that traffic ahead of them had started to move. He immediately stepped on the gas.
Cait didnât know what Joe had found so fascinating about her unless it was her unruly hair. She hadnât combed it since leaving the house; it was probably a mass of tight, disorderly curls. Sheâd been so concerned with finding the right gift for her nephews and niece that she hadnât given it a thought.
âWhatâs wrong?â she asked, feeling self-conscious.
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