“Thanks for all your help.” She looked up at me through her long lashes. “This house is a mess. It’s really old. Things keep breaking.” She seemed unsure what to do now that the crisis had been dealt with. I smiled. “Go to dinner with me.” She blinked. “Dinner, tonight, a date. Not an appointment, a date.” She studied my face. “I want to take you out,” I said. “Let me.” If she said no, I was pretty sure I was going to beg. “Okay.”
