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Authors: Susan Stephens
By Susanne James
C
RYSSIE TORE UP THE
final flight of stairs which led to the toy department on the top floor of the large store. She'd spotted a queue of people waiting for the lift, so, with her slight frame and the flat, sensible shoes she always wore, she thought she'd beat them all to it, use her feet, and get there first!
Christmas Eveâ¦the usual frantic nightmare, she thought ruefully. This was her final chance to do the rest of her shopping and, at last, to get what she'd come for. She'd rung earlier to make sure they had some of the much sought-after
Runaway Rascals
âdolls based on children's TV characters that Milo, her four-year-old nephew, adored. He never missed the programme, which featured the Rascals, and he desperately wanted one of them for himself. And Cryssie would do her utmost to get it for him. It had been out of stock everywhere for some timeâsurprise, surpriseâbut she knew that Latimer's had received a delivery yesterday, and she prayed that they hadn't all been snapped up.
Weaving her way frantically among the dozens of last-minute shoppers, she arrived at the appropriate counter and ran her eye quickly along the shelves. Yes! There were four there, on the top, grinning out from their cellophane-fronted boxes, and she heaved a sigh of relief. At last she'd made it!
Deftly, she was able to sneak in past the two or three customers there who were casually examining some other merchandise, and was already framing her request when out of nowhere a masculine voice spoke imperiously.
âYesâ¦thanksâ¦I'll take the four.' And, after a pause, âPut them on the account.'
âCertainly, Mr Hunter,' the assistant murmured, lowering her eyes coquettishly.
Cryssie stopped, open-mouthed in utter amazement, and a genuine feeling of desperation swept over her as the girl began to remove the boxes from the shelf and place them, one by one, on the counter in front of her. In her haste and anxiety Cryssie had not even noticed the man, who must have been standing there all the time, right beside herâand who had staked his claim in no uncertain terms! She stared up at the owner of that commanding voice, having to tilt her head back to take in this tall and pushy individual who'd got in before her.
He was an obvious business type, dressed in a sharp suit and immaculate shirt and tie, and from his lofty height had the distinct advantage over her five foot three. His richly dark hair fell carelessly around his ears, enhancing the line of his firm jawâ¦and his eyes! Black and glittering in their pools of startling white. They were calculating, even dangerous eyes, Cryssie thought instinctively.
Clearing her throat, she spoke to the assistant, her voice ringing out with all the authority she could manage. âI hope those aren't the only onesâthe
only
Runaway Rascals you've got there,' she said hotly. âI only want
one
,' she added, as if to imply that anyone wanting four was greedy and thoughtless!
The girl glanced briefly at Cryssie. âI'm sorry,' she said, as she wedged the boxes into two large carrier bags. âThese actually are the last. We've never known such a manic demand for
anything
, andâ'
âBut I rang this morning and you promisedâ¦you
assured
me you had plenty,' Cryssie protested.
âWe didâand they've all goneâ¦like hot cakes! And the management decided that we weren't to reserve any over the phoneâas I told you when we spoke. First come, first served seemed fairest.' She finished packing, and pushed the bags across the counter. âWe will be getting a delivery at the end of January.' she added helpfully. âNot that that's much good now, of course. You can leave your address and phone number with us for when the dolls are next in, but you'll have to explain that the Runaway Rascals have all run away from Santa's sleigh!'
Oh, very funny, Cryssie thought angrily. She glared up at the man, who glanced back down at her casually and without apparent interest. As if she didn't existâas if he couldn't care less about what anyone
else
wanted! He could at least have made
some
sort of apology, she thought.
Then, with one lean and sunburnt hand, he took hold of the bags and turned to go. Not apparently even having to sign anything, or produce any cash, Cryssie noticed. That somehow made it worse, because the dolls were terribly expensive for what they were. She was the only consistent earner in their household, and had learned to be thrifty and save for things like Christmas and birthdays. She wouldn't have
dared
have an account at Latimer's, or anywhere else for that matter. Pay as you go was the safest, she'd always been taught.
As they both moved away from the counter he hesitated and looked down at her properly at last. âThat wasâ¦unfortunate,' he drawled. âThe ordering department obviously got it wrong this time, didn't theyâ¦Or perhaps we should all shop earlier?' he added pointedly. And, with a barely perceptible tilt of his arrogant mouth, he turned abruptly and walked away, leaving Cryssie standing there feeling utterly defeated.
Soâ¦she shouldn't have left it until the last minute, should she? But thenâso had he! Except that he'd arrived at the store just a few seconds before her!
She looked around vaguely for a minute or two, wondering what to do next. She knew Milo would be so disappointed to wake up and not find the precious toy in his stocking. It was true there would be plenty of other gifts to unwrapâbut this was the one he really wanted, and had been keeping on about for months.
Her face still flushed with annoyance, she picked up a pair of football boots, examining them for size and wondering whether she should buy them. Milo was football mad, and hadn't yet had a proper pair, always kicking around in his trainersâwhich were expensive enough, heaven only knew. Maybe these, together with a new ball, would ease his disappointment.
Cryssie leaned against a counter for a minute, feeling stressed and irritated. At the age of twenty-five, she sometimes felt the responsibilities that life had placed on her were almost too much to put up with. Since the death of their parents ten years earlier in a car accident, she and her sister Pollyâyounger by two yearsâhad lived with Great-Aunt Josie, until she, too, had died. Luckily that had been before they'd known that Polly was expecting Milo, or that the man in question had done a convenient runner. So now the two women and the little boy lived in a small rented terraced house in the town, with Cryssie the only one bringing in any real money.
After a few minutes she began to calm down, accepting ruefully that the self-satisfied owner of the four dolls obviously had four kids, and it would be no good giving to three and the fourth going without. A soft voice by her side made her turn around to see the assistant standing there, obviously concerned.
âAre you okay?' the woman enquired. âYou look shatteredâ¦'
âOh, I'm fine,' Cryssie said forlornly. âJust tiredâ¦'
âTell me about it.' The assistant paused. âI'm really sorry about just nowâbut there wasn't anything I could do. I'd have loved to keep a doll back for you, because I know how many times you've been in asking for one. Look, do leave your address and phone number with us.'
âAll right,' Cryssie replied, and gave the girl her details. âNot your fault. I just hope that man's little darlings are made to appreciate their good luck.'
âHe hasn't got any little darlingsâ¦he's not married.' The assistant lowered her voice. âDidn't you realise who that was?'
Cryssie shrugged. âNoâ¦should I?'
âOh, I thought everyone knew himâ¦That was Jeremyâor JedâHunter. The
boss
of this place,' she emphasised, as if announcing royalty.
Cryssie knew that Latimer's was owned by the Hunter family, but wasn't acquainted with any of them, or with what they looked like. She certainly hadn't ever seen
him
before. If she had, she would have remembered!
âUp until a year or so ago we never saw him,' the girl went on, âbut he seems to have taken over from his parentsâwho are getting on, obviously.' She stifled a yawn. âSome of the staff are a bit afraid of himâhe can be stroppy if things don't go right. Not that
I'm
afraid,' she added defensively. âI mean, he's always courteousâ¦but rather demanding, with a bit of a short fuse at times. Still, I suppose anyone that drop-dead gorgeous
and
rich can afford to be moody when he feels like it.'
âI suppose so,' Cryssie agreed dismissively, not particularly wanting to join in a chorus of admiration for this Mr Jed Hunterânot the way she was feeling at the moment! But he certainly seemed to be the man who had everythingâ¦including the one and only thing sheâor Miloâwanted. And there was no way they'd be getting it now. The eleventh hour had come and gone.
âAnyway, I've got your name and details,' the assistant said. âAnd as soon as we get more stock I'll contact you.'
âOh, fine,' Cryssie said dully, beginning to wish that the Runaway Rascals had never been thought of! âAnyway, if he hasn't got any children, what did he want them for?' she blurted out, picking up the football boots.
âCouldn't tell you,' the assistant said, turning to go back to her counter. She hesitated. âDo you have other children to buy for as well?'
âNoâand I don't have any of my own,' Cryssie replied. âWe're just the three of usâ¦my sister and her little boyâmy nephew, Miloâand me. But I'm the one who has to do all the chasing about, I'm afraid.' Cryssie's shoulders drooped for a second. âMy sister isn'tâ¦well,' she added quietly, wondering why she was bothering to air her problems in public.
âOh, dearâ¦and does sheâcan sheâwork?' the woman asked gently.
âOccasionallyâon a part-time basis,' Cryssie replied. âShe trained as a beauty consultant.'
âOhâ¦that's niceâ¦' The assistant glanced at Cryssie curiouslyâand Cryssie knew instinctively what she was thinking! Why doesn't your sister give
you
a makeover? Because Cryssie's small-framed, insignificant appearance was not the sort to turn heads. Polly was the beauty of the family, with her willowy figure, rich auburn hair and large grey eyes.
âAnd do you work full time?' the assistant enquired, obviously glad of a few moments' opportunity to chat.
âYesâI'm employed at Hydebound. Been there three years now.'
âOh, I know them,' the woman said at once. âI was given one of their fantastic handbags for my birthday. Beautifully made, isn't it, all their stuff? A bit expensive, but well worth the cost!'
Cryssie smiled, genuinely pleased to hear that. âOf course we're only a very small, independent firm,' she said. âNot like this place!'
She waited her turn to purchase the football boots and the ball, and started making for the stairs when the delicious smell of coffee drifted out from the nearby restaurant area. She hesitated, realising that she hadn't eaten a thing since her cheese sandwich at lunchtime. No one at work had even had time to make a cup of tea that day. She glanced at her watch, her sudden desire for a long, hot injection of caffeine becoming irresistible. Anyway, perhaps if she sat there for a while most of the home-going traffic would have subsided.
There were still plenty of people taking advantage of a sit-down and a drink, and Cryssie plonked her bags down by a table for two in the corner. Then, going over to pick up a tray, she slid it along the counter, unable to stop herself choosing a sugary doughnut as well. She knew it would be ages before she got around to making supper, and Polly wouldn't have done anything towards it.
She poured herself a large mug of coffee, and placed it on the tray, then moved towards the till. And from out of nowhere a deep voiceâ
that
deep voice interrupted her thoughts. âAllow me,' he said smoothly.
âPardon?' Cryssie twisted around in confusion, and stared once more into the face of the man she now knew to be the owner of the store. âI'm sorry, Iâ¦'
âAllow me to pay for your drink,' he repeated slowly, as if making himself clear to a backward child. âIt's the least I can do,' he added.
To her intense annoyance Cryssie felt the colour rising unstoppably in her child-like face. âPleaseâdon't feelâ
obliged
âto do anything,' she said, her voice cool despite her sudden rise in body temperature.
âOh, I don't feel obliged, exactly,' he replied, equally coolly, âbut it would give meâ¦pleasureâ¦to settle your bill.'
âWell, I can't think whyâ' Cryssie began, but he interrupted her.
âBecause of what happened earlier,' he said, transfixing her with his impenetrable gaze. âI'm sorry that you weren't able to purchase what you wanted just now.'
âOh, well, Iâ¦It doesn't matterâ¦' she beganâthough it
did
matter. It mattered a lot. But at this precise moment it didn't matter which one of them paid for her coffee, just so long as she could get it down herâand soon!