“Ah. Well, in that case, wrap them whenever you want.” She assumed, by the way he phrased it, that he had more things to wrap for her or Mari.
She nodded and combed her hair back from her face; residual static electricity caused by her gloves had some of her hair going in different directions. “What I have for George is already wrapped, but I don’t mind helping you.” Admittedly, she felt bad about that. Leah hadn’t known what to get George (or Danny, for that matter) for Christmas. Her only hope was that George at least wouldn’t hate the hat/scarf combo she’d found.
Leah moistened her lips and unwound the scarf from her neck. “It’s nothing, really. I ran into Costanzo against yesterday. Drunk off her ass. She started on my case about skating.” Talking about it now, it seemed less and less likely that Evan would make a big deal about it. That made it a little easier to admit to. “And then she kissed me. I don’t know what the fuck that was about, but she tried to make it seem like it was my fault.” She shook her head. “Anyway, that’s all it was. It shouldn’t have thrown me when you mentioned other bed-warmers, but I guess it was my conscience nagging at me to tell you about it.”
“I don’t either, but you deal with it well,” she said, tugging on his shirt collar to pull him in for a quick kiss.
“No, you’re not.” Spoken simply and without any criticism as she mentally tried to guess what was in the box. “You might be able to fool other people, but never me.”
“And more colorful, too.” Leah’s smile brightened. “It’s beautiful, love. Thank you.” She kissed him on the cheek, and turned to glance at the wall where she had the picture from last year hanging in a frame. “I was thinking of going out before New Year’s Eve. Now I’ll be sure to keep an eye out for a frame this will fit in. Maybe in one of the residential areas of town.”