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tricky. She had to pass the bar on her
way, but she did not have the strength to peek in. She could take
the hint to his non-returned calls as a sign he was done with her.
And, she couldn’t blame him. Her steps in front of the bar left her
feet feeling like they were packed with cement.
    The climb up the ten steps outside her
building left her exhausted. For crying out loud, it was only
ten steps. She told herself. However, deep down, she knew it
was not the steps they were catching her breath, but the onset of a
personal depression that kept compressing her chest, gripping her
heart.
    By the time, the elevator made it to her
fourth floor; she could not stop the tears from flowing like a
river. She let her box drop to the floor with a resounding thunk
and then she stilled herself. She heard Christmas music coming from
her apartment and what sounded like movement of feet. She did not
think her neighbor’s trip was canceled, or that they flew back
early, but she would not put it past them.
    She opened the door with her key and then
scooted her box to her inside hall with her foot. Shutting and
locking the door behind her, she called out to her neighbors
thinking it had to be them. Who else could it be?
    Then the top of a Santa hat appeared around
the corner and the face to follow filled her heart with sunshine
and warmth on what felt like the coldest, bleakest day of the
year.
    “Merry Christmas. Surprise.” His rich and
hearty voice sang out. She dropped her keys and tossed her coat to
the floor. She all but rammed right into him as he came at her with
open arms.
    “I… you... I?” Then she felt his delicious
mouth cover hers in a deep sensual kiss that left her feeling as if
the room was spinning.
    As they pulled apart, he looked down into her
eyes with serious concern. “You ok?” After her last call about
losing her job and the company being out to get her, he figured
that he had been the ass in assuming she had been cheating or up to
something. He hated himself for wasting the time he had in not
returning her calls.
    He held her as she cried and shook from the
sobs of tears. He guided her over to her couch, trying to get some
sense out of her. He could tell she just needed to get it all out
in the open even though her words were hard to understand between
the tears. However, what he did understand was ‘I missed you so
bad, and I didn’t want to lose you.’ That was enough for him to
hear.
    By the time she seemed to be in sniffle mode,
he heard the buzzer on her oven. He was here preparing her a
Christmas Eve feast to fill their bellies. He got all the trimmings
and a couple of good bottles of wine for her to choose from. He had
wanted to call her but surprising her like this seemed more his
style.
    Besides she had no idea that when he dropped
her off that day, that this was one of his real estate buildings he
had recently acquired in a real estate transaction for preserving
old buildings in New York. So getting the building manager to open
the doors to him was easy.
    He laid a soft kiss on her lips and excused
himself to her kitchen.
    Callie sat there in awe. With a million and
one questions going through her brain but the top two was, how did
he get in here and where did he get that silly elf apron that he
was wearing? She got herself up and headed into the bathroom to
freshen up.
    She looked bleak. Her waterproof mascara had
given her raccoon eyes, and her face was splotchy red and puffy.
She splashed cold water on her face and then proceeded to try to
make herself attractive to the only thing that mattered to her in
her life right now. By the time she changed into a tight
cream-colored low cut sweater with her favorite lace bra on
underneath. She slid on black leggings and John’s hotel slippers
that she had worn every day since leaving his hotel. She made her
way to her kitchen where she was once again awestruck by his
surprise.
    Her table was set with candles lit, glasses
of wine filled and a beautiful