Free Wishing in Wisconsin (At the Altar Book 3) by Kirsten Osbourne Page B

asked, surprised.  He'd never known a woman who could work on a motor.
    She grinned.  "My grandpa taught me so much about so many things.  Yes, I could work on one."
    "Why don't I do some research on some good ones to buy used and see what I can do while I'm only working half days this week?  I can search while I'm out.  Then we can work on them together."  He shrugged, giving her a dopey grin.  "I find I really like the idea of working on them with you.  Maybe I'm a dork.  Okay, I'm definitely a dork, but maybe I'm dorkier than I thought.  I love the idea of working on motors with my best girl."
    Cindy smiled.  "You're nuts."
    "You're something else, you know that?" Trey asked.  "You can cook like this," he said waving to the food she'd prepared.  "You can fix up a motor, and you can do it all while looking so incredibly sexy you take my breath away."
    Cindy blushed.  "Well, I've been taught to be self-sufficient.  I think I learned well."
    "Oh, you definitely did."  He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it.  "Is there anything you can't do?"
    She shrugged.  "I've always had issues peeing standing up.  It's one of those things that just seems to be beyond me."
    He shook his head.  "You are also really good at ruining a moment, you know!" He laughed softly.  "Why would you say that?"
    "Well, it's true!"
    "I'm sure it is!"  He sighed.  "I was feeling all loving, and I think I was doing a great job expressing it, and you come back with something like that.  How is a man supposed to react to that?"
    She frowned.  "I really don't know.  I guess I should pay attention to your moments better, huh?"
    "It would be nice!"
    After they finished eating, she got up to do the dishes, surprised when he stood to join her.  "You don't have to help me with the dishes!" she protested.  "I can get them."
    "I can help.  I really don't mind."  He slipped his arm around her, leaning down to whisper in her ear.  "If I help, we can go to bed faster."
    "Always thinking about your tallywacker..."
    "Not really," he said with a grin.  "Usually I'm thinking with my tallywacker.  There's a difference you know."
    She took the crock pot liner out of the crock pot and dropped it into the trash before swiping the pot out quickly and putting it back on the base.  She watched as he loaded the dishwasher and shuddered.  He'd obviously never been taught.  So many people said there was no right or wrong way to load a dishwasher, but there was a right way.  And it was the exact opposite of the way he was doing it.  She debated for a moment, wondering if she should crush his desire to help by showing him the right way to do it, or just let it go and rewash everything in the morning.  Really, though, there was no choice.  She had to have clean dishes in the morning for breakfast.
    "You know, I'm really picky about how a dishwasher is loaded," she said cautiously.  "Would you mind putting away the leftovers while I do that?  Then I won't get all twitchy from it being done differently."
    He laughed.  "Are you telling me that I'm not loading the dishwasher right?"
    "I'm working really hard at not telling you that."
    He shook his head, but walked to the table and carefully put the leftovers away.  "You'll have to let me know if I'm doing this right."
    She ignored his playful teasing, knowing he understood what she was trying to say without saying it.  She was thankful he hadn't taken offense.  She rearranged everything in the dishwasher to her own specifications, and then finished loading everything else.  She was going to train him to be a good husband if it killed them both. 
    He swept for her, and she tried not to notice the things he missed.  That could easily be redone in the morning.  She wouldn't complain about him doing anything else wrong for the rest of the night.  She couldn't.
    After the dishwasher was working and the floor was swept, she stood on tiptoe to kiss him softly.  "Why don't we sit on the front