He looked over at the Jeep two days overdue because of a dashboard part. “Or not coming in at all. I was sure I ordered the part for that, but the dealer says I didn’t.”
Marilyn sat down at the desk. “It shouldn’t be that hard to get this under control.” She picked up a file. “An hour’s worth of sorting sounds like a fair trade for free cupcakes.”
“Those cupcakes were for the carousel. There’s nothing says you have to help me.”
She got that look again. Where did woman learn to pin you with their eyes like that? “Didn’t your mother ever teach you to say thank you when someone offers to help?”
He hated the idea of admitting to anyone in Wander that he might need help keeping orders straight. But seeing as she was a newcomer, maybe it wouldn’t be so terrible if he let her help him get things in order. For an hour.
Wyatt swallowed his pride and gulped out, “Thank you.”
She smiled. “You’re welcome. Will it be okay if I come back Monday and we get started then?”
“Sure thing.” He had to admit, for a fancy-pants, hyperorganized city girl, she had one heart-stopper of a smile.
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