Page 140 of Miami Ice

“That’s excellent!”

My heart flips inside my chest. Beckham is just as excited as I am over my sales, and that means more to me than he could ever know.

“Well, I’m here to go to work,” Beckham says. “I’m going to post your booth, and a pic of me in front of your jars, on my page and Story Share. And I’ll hang out with you and draw attention to your business.”

“Is that why you’re wearing a Manatees shirt?” I ask.

He grins. “Yes.”

Happiness rushes through me I think of how he thought about what to wear to the show.

All in an effort to support me.

Beckham’s gaze shifts to my Santa shirt and he scowls. “Oh God, you’ve ruined Santa. Apinkhat?”

I arch an eyebrow at him. “Why do you care what color hat Santa is wearing? You think he’s creepy and weird,” I say, reminding him of his own declaration.

His brows draw together in a V. “I did say that, didn’t I?”

“Yes.”

“Holly Jolly Christmas” begins blaring overhead, and Beckham screws up his face in disgust.

“Now, Grumpy, you’re going to have to put your imaginary pink Santa cap on your head and embrace the festive spirit if you’re going to work the Holly Jolly Christmas Bazaar.”

“Talk about a sentence I never thought I’d hear in my lifetime,” Beckham teases.

I grin. “But thank you. I appreciate you wanting to help.”

“Of course I want to help,” he says, his eyes growing soft. “I want everyone to know how talented you are. And I want you to have all the success you deserve.”

Big feelings rise to the surface once again as I see the sincerity in his eyes. “Thank you,” I say softly.

“No need to thank me. This is all you. I’m merely giving you exposure.” Beckham clears his throat. “Let me take some pictures.”

I nod. I watch as he takes pictures of my booth, then some selfies in front of it. I have some more customers walk up, and as I answer their questions about jars, Beckham stands off to the side and begins typing on his phone. Soon after, I hear my phone vibrate on the table.

After the customers walk away, I pick up my phone and see that I’m tagged in both a Connectivity post and a Connectivity Story Share. I tap open the post first, and it’s a shot of Beckham in front of all my jars, grinning broadly for the camera. I read the text:

My girlfriend is a crazy talented artist and I’m so proud of her. Come see us today at the Holly Jolly Christmas Bazaar and check out @GeorgiesJars

I grow warm with happiness. He also did a Connectivity Story Share where he’s talking about the jars, how proud he is of me, and that he’ll be here with me if anyone wants to come by and say hello.

I watch as some fans recognize him. He poses for a selfie, then points over to my jars and then me. “Say hi, Georgie!” he calls out.

“Hello!” I wave back.

The people come over and begin looking at the jars, and soon more fans are surrounding him. I can hear him singing my praises about why he’s here. A crowd is now streaming over toBeckham, who is posing for pics and signing stuff, and in turn, my table is surrounded by people looking at my jars.

A woman hands me two pink ones that she wants to purchase, and I process her sale. Beckham is still working the crowd and sending them over to my table. After I finish wrapping her purchase, another customer hands me a jar.

I can’t contain the joy in my heart. Everything for Georgie’s Jars has changed within the past few days. First, because of Becca. And now because of Beckham.

I steal a glance at him. Here he is, fresh from practice, signing autographs. He’s willing to stay here until the show closes at five-thirty, even though he has to fly out tomorrow for a road trip.

He’s doing it because he believes in Georgie’s Jars.

And because he believes in me.

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