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caught his eye.
    George was standing in the doorway, stiff as a board, holding the orders he knew she hadn’t had time to do. She cleared her throat. “You wanted to see me?” she asked in a raspy squeak.
    â€œYes. Can you meet me in the office?”
    He swiped the card, completed the transaction, closed the program, and waited until Don was out the door before he joined George. He sat behind the desk. “Bart and I had a little talk today about you.”
    He slid an envelope across the desk. She stiffened in the chair.
    â€œUnfortunately, as a mechanic, you really stick out being a, um…uh…a woman. Our customers have this corporate image of us, as a business, even though there’s only been the two of us. We think you’d fit in better if you didn’t use those blue coveralls and bought gray ones, like ours. Bart’s wife washes everything on the weekends, so buy enough to last a week. Here’s a few crests with our logo. Sew them on right here.” He patted the logo on his own coveralls. “Of course we’ll reimburse you. This is something I should have thought of sooner. Sorry about that.”
    She picked up the envelope, and pulled out one of the crests. “This is what you wanted to see me about? My coveralls?” Her blue eyes, big and wide, and very, very pretty took him in.
    Her voice lowered to barely above a whisper. “I thought you would be angry because I didn’t finish everything you gave me.”
    â€œThat’s nothing to get angry about. We knew you wouldn’t be able to finish everything in that pile in oneday, especially with the way the phones have been ringing. But we would like you to get those coveralls as soon you can. I could probably phone the place I usually go. They size them by height. How tall are you?”
    Her cheeks darkened. “I’m five foot three. I hope you’re not going to ask me what I weigh.”
    â€œI have three sisters and one of my brothers is married.” A smile tugged at his lips. “I know better.”
    â€œYou have brother s and sister s ? Plural?”
    â€œYes. I have three sisters and two brothers. It’s a large family. What about you?”
    â€œI only have one sister. She’s married, so I don’t see her much anymore.”
    â€œI don’t see my family as often as I used to since I switched churches.” He shrugged his shoulders. “But that’s okay. I still see them at family functions and stuff.”
    â€œYou can’t see your family because of church? I don’t understand.”
    â€œWell, every Sunday I play on my church’s worship team with three of my friends. Actually, four friends, now. You remember me mentioning the accountant? His name is Adrian. He’s one of them.”
    Her eyes widened as she stared at him in open astonishment. “My church has a lady who plays the piano, which my father tried to get me to learn as a child, but I just couldn’t get it. What do you play?”
    â€œDrums.”
    Her eyes flitted to his arms, before returning to his face. “I’ve never seen drums in church. But then I’ve only ever been to one.”
    The words were out of his mouth before he had the chance to think. “You’re more than welcome to come and worship with us one Sunday. It’s a verycontemporary service, and the crowd is very informal. Sunday evenings we have coffee and donuts after the service.”
    Her eyes widened even more than they had before. “Coffee and donuts? At church?”
    â€œUh, yeah…” He let his voice trail off, not knowing how to reply. Her surprise told him that she hadn’t been a Christian very long.
    â€œI’d love to go. Thank you so much for inviting me. Can you write down the address?”
    Warnings about not mixing business with pleasure clanged through his head. George had done well today, but today was only one day. If her skills and