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nearly as much as I thought.”
Julia laughed and pressed her hand over her heart. “Who knew?”
“Knew what?” he asked, looking up at her with a quizzical expression.
“That you could be such a silver-tongued devil.”
Cain laughed. He bounced back to his feet and grabbed his take-out bag. “See you in the morning.”
Not until her apartment door closed did Julia realize he was basically telling her he’d meet her at the elevator.
Julia’s Blog
TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS
December 18
He’s Not My Type
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Wow, do you know how to have a girl’s back! I read all of your comments and suggestions and want to thank everyone who contacted me. And never fear, I’m filled with more determination to continue than ever.
And guess what? The biggest encouragement I got came from Ebenezer himself. Yes, you read that right. The thick wall around this unpleasant man has showed its first major crack. He bought me a latte, which I’m sure was his way of letting me know he regretted his accusations from Saturday.
Talk about being surprised. It’s almost as if he’s reading this blog himself (which I can assure you he isn’t), and he gave me all the incentive I need to continue.
Furthermore, he’s talking to me now. I mean talking as in a regular conversation other than terse one-word answers.
I learned something else from him, something he told me himself. He asked if I would be at the elevator in the morning. Simple question, right? After the fiasco on Saturday, I’d been determined to rearrange my schedule so we wouldn’t meet. I went so far as to tell him so.
While he didn’t come right out and admit it, he looks for me now. He actually looks for me. And while he might still complain about my morning cheerfulness, I believe he secretly enjoys it.
Oh, and I met his grandfather and got some insider information. As I suspected, Ebenezer had a woman do him wrong. That has apparently soured him on relationships. No surprise there, right?
When he was helping me set up my Christmas tree he implied I’m romantically interested in him and actually said that I was hard up for a man. I guess he couldn’t go more than a few minutes without irritating me. I did my best to hold my tongue—far be it from me to be accused of flirting with him. He’s really not my type.
No way.
Not interested.
Will report back tomorrow.
Julia sort of hated to admit it, but she was looking forward to seeing Cain on Monday morning. She listened at her front door for what seemed like forever, but he didn’t show. Her goal was to make it look like their meeting up at the same time every morning was pure accident. It wasn’t, of course, and she’d pulled this little trick more than once.
As time ran out, with no option left, she had to leave or miss the bus. Cain was a no-show. Either he’d left earlier than normal or he was running late. The temptation to tap on his door was strong, but she resisted.
Giving him the wrong impression about her intentions made Julia extra-cautious. Letting him think she might be interested in him romantically wasn’t part of the experiment. Still, he’d made a point about the two of them connecting that morning. She couldn’t help but wonder what the deal was. Knowing him, it was probably a ruse to keep her guessing and on her toes. That would be just like Cain.
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The closer it got to Christmas, the crazier her workday became. Shoppers crowded the store, searching out the perfect gift at the best price. Being this busy made the time pass quickly for Julia.
During her lunch break, she barely had time to grab a few bites as she read the comments on her blog. The number of hits had doubled.
Doubled.
SassySusan: See? Knew it was working. So glad you stuck with your plan. Met his grandfather, did you? Devious little devil you turned out to be.
JingleBellGirl: Who says he’s not your type? He bought you a latte. What more do you want?
And the comments went on for pages. People were loving
Julia laughed and pressed her hand over her heart. “Who knew?”
“Knew what?” he asked, looking up at her with a quizzical expression.
“That you could be such a silver-tongued devil.”
Cain laughed. He bounced back to his feet and grabbed his take-out bag. “See you in the morning.”
Not until her apartment door closed did Julia realize he was basically telling her he’d meet her at the elevator.
Julia’s Blog
TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS
December 18
He’s Not My Type
----
----
Wow, do you know how to have a girl’s back! I read all of your comments and suggestions and want to thank everyone who contacted me. And never fear, I’m filled with more determination to continue than ever.
And guess what? The biggest encouragement I got came from Ebenezer himself. Yes, you read that right. The thick wall around this unpleasant man has showed its first major crack. He bought me a latte, which I’m sure was his way of letting me know he regretted his accusations from Saturday.
Talk about being surprised. It’s almost as if he’s reading this blog himself (which I can assure you he isn’t), and he gave me all the incentive I need to continue.
Furthermore, he’s talking to me now. I mean talking as in a regular conversation other than terse one-word answers.
I learned something else from him, something he told me himself. He asked if I would be at the elevator in the morning. Simple question, right? After the fiasco on Saturday, I’d been determined to rearrange my schedule so we wouldn’t meet. I went so far as to tell him so.
While he didn’t come right out and admit it, he looks for me now. He actually looks for me. And while he might still complain about my morning cheerfulness, I believe he secretly enjoys it.
Oh, and I met his grandfather and got some insider information. As I suspected, Ebenezer had a woman do him wrong. That has apparently soured him on relationships. No surprise there, right?
When he was helping me set up my Christmas tree he implied I’m romantically interested in him and actually said that I was hard up for a man. I guess he couldn’t go more than a few minutes without irritating me. I did my best to hold my tongue—far be it from me to be accused of flirting with him. He’s really not my type.
No way.
Not interested.
Will report back tomorrow.
Julia sort of hated to admit it, but she was looking forward to seeing Cain on Monday morning. She listened at her front door for what seemed like forever, but he didn’t show. Her goal was to make it look like their meeting up at the same time every morning was pure accident. It wasn’t, of course, and she’d pulled this little trick more than once.
As time ran out, with no option left, she had to leave or miss the bus. Cain was a no-show. Either he’d left earlier than normal or he was running late. The temptation to tap on his door was strong, but she resisted.
Giving him the wrong impression about her intentions made Julia extra-cautious. Letting him think she might be interested in him romantically wasn’t part of the experiment. Still, he’d made a point about the two of them connecting that morning. She couldn’t help but wonder what the deal was. Knowing him, it was probably a ruse to keep her guessing and on her toes. That would be just like Cain.
—
The closer it got to Christmas, the crazier her workday became. Shoppers crowded the store, searching out the perfect gift at the best price. Being this busy made the time pass quickly for Julia.
During her lunch break, she barely had time to grab a few bites as she read the comments on her blog. The number of hits had doubled.
Doubled.
SassySusan: See? Knew it was working. So glad you stuck with your plan. Met his grandfather, did you? Devious little devil you turned out to be.
JingleBellGirl: Who says he’s not your type? He bought you a latte. What more do you want?
And the comments went on for pages. People were loving
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