The Best Gift. Irene Hannon

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      This was exactly the kind of impetuous action that Blake had been afraid of. Out of the corner of his eye he caught Nancy observing the exchange, and he took a deep breath before responding.

      “I don’t think changing the hours is a good idea. Everyone else on the street is open on Sunday. Our customers will be disappointed.”

      “We can change our phone message and have a sign with our new hours made for the window. People will adjust.”

      He raked his fingers through his hair. “Why is this such a big deal? Sunday hours are convenient for our customers and we always have enough sales to justify being open.”

      A.J. closed the catalog and looked at him steadily. “My main reason for wanting to close has nothing to do with sales or with customers. Sunday is the Lord’s day. A day of rest. A day to keep holy. A store like ours that sells nonessential items doesn’t need to be open.”

      Blake stared at her. “You’re kidding.”

      Her gaze didn’t waver. “Do I look like I’m kidding?”

      He tried a different approach. “Jo was very religious. And she was open on Sunday.”

      “When did she start opening on Sunday?”

      “A couple of years ago.”

      About the time he took over the day-to-day management of the shop. Neither voiced that thought, but it hung in the air.

      “Did she work in the shop that day?” A.J. asked.

      “No.”

      “Who did?”

      “Nancy and I alternated.”

      A.J. glanced over at Nancy. She didn’t know the part-time worker very well yet, but she’d learned enough to know that the divorced mother had a tough life, that she juggled two part-time jobs just to make ends meet, and that she was a churchgoing woman with a quiet, deep faith.

      “How do you feel about it, Nancy?” A.J. asked.

      Nancy looked uncertainly from A.J. to Blake, then back again. “I need the job, A.J. I’ll be happy to work whatever hours you and Blake give me.”

      A.J. smiled. “I already know that, Nancy. That’s not what I’m asking. How do you feel about working on Sundays?”

      “Well, the money is nice.” She hesitated. “But it’s always a rush to get here after church, and then I have to leave Eileen with Mrs. Cook all afternoon. I guess, if I had a choice, I’d prefer to have Sundays off so I could spend a little more time at church and with my daughter. Six days of work ought to be enough for anyone. Even God rested on the seventh day.”

      Blake stared at Nancy. “You never said anything to me about not wanting to work on Sundays.”

      “I didn’t think it was an option.”

      He expelled a frustrated breath. “Okay, fine. I don’t mind working. We can surely find someone to fill in every other weekend for those few hours.”

      “I’m sure we can, Blake,” A.J. replied calmly. “But that’s not the point. I’m talking about principles here. And if you’re worried about losing sales, I’m sure we can find a way to make up the difference.”

      “Such as?”

      “I’m working on it.”

      He looked at her, and the determination in her eyes told him that she was dead set on this. He didn’t agree, but he wasn’t sure it was worth waging a major battle over. Yes, they’d lose some sales. But she was right. The decision wouldn’t make or break the shop. Besides, he suspected there would be bigger battles to fight down the road. Maybe the best strategy was to let her win this one.

      “Okay. If that’s what you want. I just hope you don’t regret it,” he capitulated.

      “I don’t waste my time on regrets, Blake. They’re all about the past. I try to focus on today and make the best decisions I can.”

      “Well, it wouldn’t hurt to think a little bit about tomorrow, too.”

      A shadow crossed her eyes, so fleeting that he thought perhaps it was just the play of light as she turned her head. “Tomorrow has a way of surprising us, no matter what we plan,” she said quietly.

      Blake didn’t know what to make of that comment. So he simply turned away and headed back to the office.

      Nancy watched him go, then moved to the counter beside A.J. “I applaud your position.”

      A.J. turned to her with a rueful smile. “I’m glad someone does.”

      “Don’t mind Blake. It’s been a hard transition for him. He and Jo went way back, and he took her death pretty hard. Plus, he’s more or less run the shop for the past couple of years, so having a partner is a big adjustment for him. But he’s a great guy when you get to know him. He’s really conscientious, and you won’t ever meet a kinder, more considerate person. He even came over to my apartment one night last winter at three in the morning when I was worried about Eileen, and then drove us to the emergency room.”

      A.J. frowned. Were they talking about the same Blake? She didn’t doubt the conscientious part, but kind and considerate? She hadn’t seen much evidence of those qualities.

      When A.J. didn’t immediately respond, Nancy smiled knowingly. “You’ll find out after you get to know him. But what I really wanted to ask was if you’d like to join me for church on Sunday. After your comments about closing, I figured you must be in the habit of attending church, and since you’re new in town I wasn’t sure if you’d had a chance yet to find a place to worship. We have a great congregation, and our minister is wonderful. You’d be welcomed warmly.”

      In fact, A.J. was in the habit of weekly worship, but so far she’d been too busy settling in to have a chance to seek out a new church. Nancy’s invitation was perfectly timed. “Thank you. That would be great.”

      Blake came out from the office, but on his way back to the front counter, he was waylaid by a customer. Nancy glanced his way.

      “I’ve invited Blake a few times, too, but so far I haven’t had any luck,” she offered, lowering her voice.

      A.J. thought about his comments to her when she’d mentioned God. “He doesn’t strike me as a religious man.”

      “I think he believes in God. But he wasn’t raised in a religious environment. It’s hard to convince someone who is so self-reliant that the plans we make for our life don’t always match God’s. Blake’s kind of a loner, and he’s so used to relying only on himself that I just don’t think he’s willing to put his life in anyone else’s hands. Even God’s.”

      A.J. looked over at the tall, dark-haired man deep in conversation with a customer. He was angled slightly away from her, and she had a good view of his profile— strong chin, well-shaped nose, nicely formed lips. Self-reliance was a good thing in moderation. A.J. knew that from personal experience. But she couldn’t imagine taking it to such an extreme СКАЧАТЬ