Page 9 of Sleighing You
“Youhave ideas for the other stores?” He looked at me skeptically.
“That’s right. And you don’t have to sound so shocked by that. I have lots of ideas.”
His full, sexy lips pressed together as he examined me. Green eyes surveyed my face, and a quiet hm slipped through his closed lips. “I’d like to hear your ideas regardless of whether I win or lose…” Well, that caught me off guard. I’d never been one to hide my emotions well, and I gave a little gasp. “…butI’d also like you to hear mine,” he added.
The last thing I wanted was to reveal my ideas to Chris Pohle. I didn’t trust him as far as I could throw him. I had a strong suspicion he would take my ideas as his own and tell his dad all about them at the next board meeting. Then, I’d be cut out, cut back, and eventually replaced. “Sure…afteryou sell that snow globe.”
He harrumphed. “But I’mliterallyhere to have these meetings with you about improvements. I can’t just pack up and go home because I can’t sell a stupid snow globe.”
I raised a brow. “So you’re admitting you can’t sell it?”
He sighed. “I’m saying that I’m not willing to stake my job on it.”
We’d had that stupid snow globe for sale for at least three years. I’d tried everything to sell it to anyone, not just Ed Williams, with zero luck. Chris would have to be a retail genius to get the one man who never spends money to shell out twenty bucks on that.
He blew out a tight breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I can’tnotdiscuss my ideas with you. It’s the only reason I’m here—”
“I thought you were here to play Santa?” I whispered the last two words of the sentence in case any little ones were running around.
“Yeah, I am. But I’m really here to work. To have meetingswith youabout this store.”
I clicked my tongue. “Then I guess you better get to work selling that snow globe.”
Chris grunted a sigh and straightened the lime green sweater, smoothing it down over what I was sure was a six-pack underneath. “Fine. Here goes nothing.”
