that either the forklift driver was being irresponsible or the machinery wasnât packaged properly. It shouldnât have tipped over so easily.â
âDoes this kind of thing happen often? You had to work late one day last week, too.â
âNo. Itâs something different every time. I have to consider it an adventure or else it would drive me crazy. Did I ever tell you about the time one of the trucks got wedged in the underpass in rush hour?â
As they worked to wash the seat, he told her amusing stories of the various disasters that happened in his workplace over the years that sounded funny now, although she doubted they were even the least bit amusing at the time.
Before long, the seat was as good as new. After they returned the steam cleaner, Carolyn pulled into the driveway behind his car and checked her wristwatch.
âI think itâs a little late to be starting a cooking lesson.â
Mitchell turned his wrist and also checked the time. âI guess. What about tomorrow?â
âTomorrow is Friday.â
âOops. Youâre right. But if you donât have other plans, Iâd appreciate it if you could come over tomorrow and weâll try again.â
Carolyn closed one eye and tilted one corner of her mouth to think. She didnât know if spending so much time with Mitchell was wise, but sheâd committed herself to helping him. As his teacher, if he couldnât do as heâd promised, his failure would also be her failure. She also wanted to bring him up to the skill level of the rest of the classâfor the sake of her other students.
She grasped the steering wheel with both hands, sighed, and turned to him. âYour house or mine?â
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Carolyn knocked on Mitchellâs door. As usual, the dog barked once and the door opened.
Carolyn tried not to let her mouth hang open. âDonât you think youâre a little overdressed for a cooking lesson?â
One dimple appeared in Mitchellâs left cheek along with his lopsided smile. Instead of jeans and a T-shirt, he wore gray dress pants and a neatly pressed white shirt. Leather shoes replaced his worn sneakers, and his hair was meticulously gelled into a very attractive style. Carolyn narrowed her eyes and looked closer. She could still see some of the blue and orange from the day before, but somehow heâd managed to hide most of the damage. Also, unlike any other evening, night school classes included, he had recently shaved.
âIâm really hungry, and Iâm tired of eating snacks. I want real food, so I thought maybe we could go out.â
Carolyn crossed her arms and tapped her foot. âYou donât intend to do any cooking tonight, do you?â
âI do so, but I gotta eat. Donât you believe me?â He splayed his fingers, placed his palm over his heart, and pretended to look wounded.
She wasnât falling for it. âNo.â
âWell, youâre wrong. I just wanted to go somewhere nice, not too fancy, but not the local hamburger joint, and then weâll come home and get down to business. Please?â
Carolyn let out a long, exasperated sigh.
âYouâre doing that sighing thing again. I thought we could go to the new steakhouse. Iâve heard good things about it, although I havenât been there yet.â
âAll right, but you had better be prepared to do some cooking when we get back.â
Mitchell reached into the closet and yanked out his jacket, then stepped outside.
He opened the car door and waited for her to get in. âYou look nice, by the way.â
She wore her comfortable flat shoes and her denim skirt and a fuzzy pink sweater, which would be fine for where they were going; but for once, Mitchell was dressed better than she was. It felt strange. âThank you. You look nice, too.â
Not only did he look good, he smelled good. In the confines of the car, she could smell a spicy aftershave or