Chapter 13
thirteen
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Kate
I smile as I put one last apron on. I had such a great time walking around with Lucas at the festival. We ate together, we laughed together, we played some games together. He could have been making money by selling his barbecue, but he gave that up in order to help me. And then he spent the day with me, making sure that I had a good time. Or maybe that’s just the way he is, anybody who’s with him has a good time.
Regardless, I look at the clock on my nightstand. It’s ten to twelve. I got home two hours ago, took a shower, and did some soul-searching.
He wanted to move forward last night, and I ran away. He didn’t take umbrage at that but showed up this morning, pulled his weight in every way possible, and then spent the afternoon making sure I had a good time. He helped me bring my supplies back to the shop and helped me get everything cleaned up and put away.
I can’t remember a better day. I definitely wouldn’t have had such fun without him.
I finger the apron that I’m thinking about wearing. I didn’t pick any of my aprons for any specific message, but this one I am. It’s…a big hint, if I can go through with it. I want to. It’s how I feel.
I don’t know why I’m hesitating. Maybe because I know he’s serious, and this could be the last time I wonder about what man I’m going to spend the rest of my life with. Lucas is the perfect fit for me, and while I’m not entirely sure he’s thinking that way about me, I hope he is.
I take the apron, put it on, and take another look around my room. I grab a hat, since it’s chilly outside, and then I flip my lights off, leaving my Christmas tree lights on, and walk out of my apartment.
The church isn’t that far away, and I think perhaps I will run into Lucas as I walk to it.
We didn’t say anything about meeting as we parted this evening, and I wonder if maybe he forgot.
It’s been heavy on my mind all day. What in the world could he possibly be wanting to ask me to do in payment for what he did for me?
Maybe this was all a ruse. I suppose I shouldn’t feel that way, but part of me does, just because I’ve been burned in that way before. Sometimes men are not very nice.
But Lucas isn’t that way. All of me feels like that, except the little voice that says that he’s a man, so he could do what other men have done.
I try to shush it and continue walking down the sidewalk, nodding to a few people I know in town, and watching as several people take down their festival decorations, happily smiling, as Christmas music pipes from somewhere, although I can’t find the source. A few little snowflakes flutter down. We’re supposed to get a few inches of lake-effect snow overnight. I say, bring it on. It’s that time of year, after all.
The hot chocolate vendor, Tessa, who was selling hot chocolate all day, is taking her stand down.
“I don’t suppose you want my last cup of hot chocolate?” she asks as she looks up and sees me walking toward her. “I hate to throw it away, but I am so ready to be done.”
“It was so busy today. I bet you had the best day ever, if not, close,” I say, nodding my head and holding out my hand. I am not the kind of person who turns down hot chocolate. Ever.
But I will give this to Lucas. I like the idea of not meeting him empty-handed.
She hands me the last cup and says, “I haven’t got the final count, but I passed my record in the early afternoon. This was a phenomenal day.”
We chat for a bit, but I’m very conscious of the passing of time. I don’t want to be late. Maybe he won’t show up, but I don’t want him to think that I don’t care enough to be on time.
I say goodbye to Rosie and hurry down the street, my hands wrapped around the steaming hot chocolate.
The church is on the edge of town, away from most of the lights, although the music has followed me here. And the snow, of course, is still coming down.
It takes me a moment, but I see Lucas standing on the other side, pacing, but he stops and lifts his head as though hearing me come, although I don’t know how he could. I’m not making any noise.
Still, I can tell when his eyes land on me, because his face breaks out in a grin.
He hurries to the steps, then he waits, allowing me to close the distance between us.
I stop in front of him, closer than I normally would have, but I guess after spending the day with him and thinking the things I did, I want to be close.
“I brought you a hot chocolate,” I say, holding up the cup. “It was the last one.”
“That’s funny. I must have gotten the second-to-last one,” he says, holding up a hot chocolate in his hand, and I see that it is unopened, and that makes me laugh. We have gotten hot chocolate for each other and hadn’t even known.
“I was afraid you would forget,” he says.
“I owe you. Of course I’m going to find out what I need to do to pay you.”
His lips tighten, and he looks like he disapproves. “I didn’t do that because I wanted you to feel like you owed me.”
“We both know I do,” I say.
“No. You don’t. I did it because…because I wanted to. I wanted to spend time with you, I wanted to help you. You don’t owe me anything.”
“Then why am I meeting you here?”